You are for man’s pleasure and for you to take pleasure in doing that well.” Perhaps God had a woody the day she was conceived. A shrink might wis... to write a white paper on Murphy. He might divine a Freudian basis for her proclivities. Perhaps he’d wax philosophical on her rebellion against a repressive, chastising, hypocritical Catholicity where girls having ‘impure’ thoughts were tramps and whores, while their priests are fucking kids and somehow that’s acceptable. He might want to write. It was little late when finally get off from work, so I was going back home since I was alone, in the Transmetro (public bus) there was a guy looking at me, I knew this guy was looking for something also so from time to time I also look to the guy, he was not bad but not to attractive either all I thought was "this is my chance" , we were off the Transmetro I was about to follow that guy when someone I know talked to me so I missed that guy, I thought he was going to stop by the public. " I panted, out of breath."Me too baby." He replied before kissing me again. Soon his lips moved from mine and down my neck, kissing and licking a trail to my collar bone, where he sucked a light red mark. I swatted at him gently, but didn't stop him. He pushed up my sweater, latching on to my left nipple and sucking on it roughly. Soon my moans filled the bus, and I was grinding down hard on his cock, which I could feel through his pants.We paused our movements, looking at each other, reading. The towel was off for good and Don wasn’t in a hurry to put on clothes. The sun highlighted his body. I could see the tiny fine hairs on his shoulders, back, and ass, and his cock was proudly displayed in a warm golden ray of sun.The morning discussion started out with references to the fun we had the day before. It wasn’t long before Don put on some nylon mesh basketball shorts and the conversation continued. Our conversation naturally turned to sex. We commented on some of the hot girls at.