" He stood up with theheels dangling from one hand. I looked up at him."So...we just, what? Pretend to be each other?"He shrugged. "Yes, I guess." He ...ucked on his lip in thought. It wasn'tas attractive in my body. I looked down at my skirt. I smoothed it out,then let my hand run past the end and over my knees. I rubbed the smoothskin experimentally, then realized my legs were apart and Mrs. Bresnancould have seen straight up my skirt. I clamped my legs together, thenrealized just how stupid. "Damn, you're no fun." It's fine. We'll show it to our daughter someday." Everyone chuckled. Mary moved L into a position so she'd be fucked by Marta over L, then lapped at L's clit and Joe's cock."Okay," L muttered.As Joe slowly penetrated, L pulled Mary low enough to suck Mary's clit. Marta pushed the long black shaft into L's lover. Both shafts took time entering fully. Joe and Marta stared lovingly into each other's eyes. Mary groaned from Marta's slow fuck and resumed tongue caresses of. 'I replied, 'what, now?' He quickly responded with 'No, on the bus. Do it for me, Chelsea.'I quickly grabbed the spoon and headed towards the bus, ignoring my mum's boyfriend as he tried to speak with me. I just couldn't deal with him again.Once on the bus, I walked towards the empty back seats. Looking around, the bus was pretty much, empty except for the driver and an old lady sitting way up the front. Slowly, I pulled down my jeans until my naked pussy was on display, thinking, thank god. They each were soaping up the others cock and then sliding their soapy hands up and down those same penises until they were both fully erect and pulsing with tons of orgasmic sexual energy.These two were not really gay lovers by any stretch of the imagination but that did not stop them from giving each other a really good hand job whenever they got together. This pattern of behaviour had begun the first time they met on the evening of Tracey’s very first day at Blanke Schande College. That was.