His balls were on the larger size and hung seductively. They bobbed toward me when he kicked off his shorts. After a second, I realized I was staring....eeing my reaction, he scoffed. "Looks like your going to have your dreams come true today." He moved from the doorway towards me, his cock and balls swinging.I held my hands out in front of me and stammered "My dreams? - I'm not going to -" but he was already in front of me. My arms didn't hold him off but instead simply ended up grabbing his. The female stood turning towards me, holding bar of the seat at my head and with other hand holding bar of my front seat. After a while, I felt someone touching my shoulder I just ignored thinking it was due to the bus turning as it descended the hill. But when I felt the same way again and again, I guessed it and looked at her. She smiled at me. I never thought it in that way, confused looked away. But then something went through my mind, I looked at her again she was still staring at me. I. I mean, seriously, everyone knows that the Westside was a gay bar, and a lot goes on in the parking lot. He appeared to be about 50, Hispanic, about 5'10”, maybe 190, big shoulders and chest, mustache and all the look of a real macho. But his attitude was something that took me by surprise. He said “how are you?” as I approached the register and had no attitude of disdain for a freshly fucked faggot. Quite the contrary, he asked if I found everything I needed and we chatted about the weather.. I hastened down below decks and mounted the still sleepy Donna Emmanuel with some degree of enthusiasm as if my squirted spunk would chase away the dangerous currents that might be lying in wait for us just over the horizon. She moaned at the sudden stretching and woke up pretty Isabella who viewed us with a look of envy in her eye that made me wish I had two cocks to take care of them both at the same time. Well, the young miss would just have to wait her turn because I was already on the.