"So if getting states is a sure thing," she said, turning so I had an even better look at her, "I still need to learn to play with myself, right?" Lea...n?" I stammered."Well, re-learn, anyway," she said, pulling the top back down. "I haven't done it for twenty years, since I've been married." Seriously?" I asked. "Your husband must make you pretty happy then, huh?" Allen?" she asked. "Please. When he remembers to make love, he doesn't last any longer than he did when we were teenagers. No, it's. This promotion thing is an ego thing with you and you just have to prove that you can do it. Did you ever stop to think that the reason you don't get promoted is that they don't want you as a vice president? That you don't have what it takes to go any farther? That you don't have what they are looking for? Have you ever stopped to think that you are trashing our relationship for something you don't need and might not get anyway?" Well isn't that a great thing. Just what every man needs,. I could see Celina was pressed up against the bus window. Both her hands spread against the glass, her fingers wide. Her head rested sideways with her right cheek pressed against the window. It looked like she was getting frisked. Her little legs spread wide. But they did not even touch the floor. I was startled at first and closed my eyes. Then I slowly opened one, then the other. I wanted to watch. I held my breath as if thinking they could hear my breathing. I was silly. I began to watch. He was moving in rhythm with me. I could not help myself, I was coming again. I felt like such a dirty little slut. I loved every second of it. I could feel him putting his hands on my shoulders now. I knew that he was going to take my ass. At least that is what I thought. Next thing I know my father is looking at Mark and nodding his head, “Yes.” My cunt was filled to the max with two fat cocks. Both of them are working to please me. They made me come over and over again.“Oh My God…Daddy. Fuck.