Neither could I as I rubbed my own swollen clit, needing the pleasure of climaxing more and more. He was bumping hard against Lola, riding her with re...kless abandon. I was close to coming, three fingers sliding inside me, thumb pressing on the outside, when he roughly turned Lola around, resuming his pounding from behind. Lola was breathing hard and fast and from our own previous mutual masturbation I knew she was close herself. I went faster myself, realizing that it would not be the day that. I asked, paid my five dollars for using it, and accepted the key she handed me before turning for the door.The young woman from the rest area was standing by the door, her duffel on the ground beside her. She was still wearing the same Coveralls and tube top combination she'd had on last night. "Is that offer of a ride still good? Are you still heading west?" Yes on both counts." I picked up her duffel and she held the door for me as we exited. "But before we leave, I'm going to take a shower.". “She was in such a good mood yesterday that it was positively rude.”“You don’t say,” Cain managed.“I do,” Brenda said and glanced around the room. “Very… touchy-feely too.”“Um… I didn’t notice,” Cain said, again.Brenda looked around conspiratorially. She leaned toward him and beckoned him with a curled finger.“I think they both had…” she whispered and then mouthed the word “sex” without vocalizing it.Cain’s mouth dropped open.“What?” he whispered.“They’re mother and daughter for crying out. Matilda loves men with dark skin and she loves the way her neighbour’s skin on his muscular arms and face gleams in the streetlight. She admires the fine features of his face that is like an African tribal mask, carved from ebony wood.Matilda lifts up the armrest that separates their comfortable seats and sinks into hers. She enjoys the warmth radiating from the man muscular body and naughtily makes use of the bus bumping motion to ride her bottom to touch his musdular thigh.This bumpy stretch.
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