He smiled at how she was trying to milk him, how she was the perfect slut to behave like this with a stranger - she wasn't even just taking it, she wa... well and truly joining in. After a while, he pulled out of her cunt and pulled her hips back a little so her arse was lowered toward him. He held his slippery, wet cock, covered in her juices and the spunk from her previous fuckings, then put it against her arse and leaned into her. She yelped a little as he slipped past her tight ring of muscle. I suddenly stopped."Did you forget the rest?" Gaku asked."No..." I could hardly believe my eyes, "Watch this"I began again, pointing down the vale for the youngster. As I recited, the Zibong seemed to stop its endless back and forth motion, as if it was listening. Very strange. I got to the end of the poem and watched in wonder as the Zibong drifted off into the night. Soon it was gone."Why did it do that?" Gaku asked."I really don't know," I replied, "Maybe it is a poetry critic."Gaku. " What are you talking about?" I said, taking my normal seat on the bus and running my hand up Debbie's short skirt, she loved it when I fingered her. I could make her cum anywhere; "she's old enough to be my mom!" I looked to the front of the bus, sure enough; Monica was looking in the big rear view mirror, back at me. I gave her a little smile and went back to fingering Debbie's' sweet pussy.Since I lived next to Monica's farm, I was the last person off the bus, and the first on every. My first competitor was one of those, he struggled with his flexibility, which I knew was better than what he was showing, from what I had observed of his bouts the day before. Because of that I had no trouble avoiding the majority of his offense, his defense was better than some but was not good enough to stop me from scoring when I moved in to counter his attacks on him.For the first time so far, he did manage to catch me with a punch, but it had only been a reflex reaction punch when I was.