I used to get quite a bit of ribbing from the guys at school about her figure, but as they weren’t getting any sex I thought the laugh was on them.A...yway, we were on the bus toey as hell, sitting down the back in the last row. For some reason we had the bus pretty much to ourselves, with only a few people picked up as the bus made its way down Elizabeth Street, and the closest person to us was a few seats in front on the other side of the aisle by the time the bus got to Anzac Parade. It was. She continued to run her fingers through my hair, every few moments clawing at me, gently, just enough to scratch lightly my skin. She was never aggressive, never loud, never anything but a lady; always soft and dreamy and loving. "I'm glad you think so, baby girl."I bit down harder on the inside of her knee, making her moan. I brought my hand up, catching her foot, bringing it closer, releasing her skin and turning my attention back to her foot, sucking at her toes, watching her eyes. She. Her ass was soft and open, as I slid the bottle into her, dumping more of the alcohol into her rectum.She moaned, deeply. My mind whirled with ideas, each one more depraved than the last. I was in lust, but also very envious. The little slut ? three years my junior ? was already getting more and dirtier sex than I'd ever had. I wanted some! I was going to take it."You like that? You like that in your ass?" I slid the neck of the bottle out and it exited her tight ring with a plop. "It's. She was a nice enough girl besides her horrible taste in men. She was completely devouted to Bill while he was out partying and hooking up with any willing female. She was tall and thin, with long dark hair and a tanned even complexion. She had large brown eyes with heavy lashes and full red lips that always seemed to promise some sort of sensual pleasure. She stood there looking at me her pretty face a mask of fear as I looked her over. The top three buttons of her shirt were undone, teasingly.