He kept groaning and moaning about how delicious I tasted and how beautiful I was. I adored it.Then came the magic: he would lift my arms over my head...while phuquing me missionary and lick my arm pits. He would pin my arms down at the elbows and lift himself slightly. He would kiss me deep and passionate and then lick my arm pits. Sometime with the tip of his tongue, tickling me and sometimes planting his whole tongue flat on my arm pits and pressing hard. He somehow knew when I had enough. I had just ended another unsuccessful night at the club the only way I know how: alcohol. It's a bad habit, I know, but it does the job. After months of being rejected by seemingly every single woman in the tri-county area, I needed something to kill my loneliness.I pulled the yellow cord below the window to signal the driver to pull over. As the bus came to a stop I pulled myself out of my seat, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. I stumbled down the steps and collapsed against. I never considered a plump old woman to be sexy, but after running my fingers up her wet slit I had a change of mind. She was the sexiest woman I had ever had contact with. I got extremely hard thinking about her big ass and thick thighs with her wet pussy between these big thighs. I felt a little pre-cum on top of my cock and thought that I would not last much longer. Suddenly I heard a noise and opened my eyes. I saw movement in the corner of my eye and looked over at the doorway. Mrs Upton. We had originally planned on a sexy date, so you're wearing a clingy top and a sheer bra. There are no pantyhose underneath your skirt, just the thongs I love so much. As you sell tickets, you realize that the moron who built this booth set the counter height just high enough that when you lean forward to hand change and tickets to your customers, your nipples flick across the edge of the counter. Normally, you enjoy having rock hard nipples, butthis environment isn't exactly proper. There are.