”“Hello, I’m Miranda,” she says, smiling back.As the luxury bus slides into the Bangkok night to head north, Matilda places a flat red pillow ...hat she always travel with for her head on the back of the seat and takes the thin blanket out of it plastic bag. It’s going to be a bloody cold air-conditioned ride, as usual.Before settling in, Miranda walks to the toilet at the back of the bus and slips off her flimsy pink bikini underwear from under her cool cotton skirt. She always sleeps naked, and. In seconds, my pants are off, my legs spread. I reach over and grab your hand, pushing it between my legs. It takes no time before I am cumming, savoring the long denied sensation. You take your hand back so that you can navigate the road, while I lean against my door, slowly rubbing my fingers around my cunt, savoring the sensation of knowing that you can barely keep your eyes off of me.When we arrive home, you come around to my side and help me out of the car. You do not allow me to put my. “What?” I asked her. She didn't answer immediately but continued to study me. “What?” I repeated, a little puzzled now. She frowned slightly before replying. “You seem a little preoccupied. Is everything Okay?” “Yes, why?” I answered. “Hmm, not sure...” she said and then looked away, breaking the connection and lifting her fork to her mouth. She was right though. For some reason I couldn't shake the image of the young woman in the white jeans from my mind. “Mel...?” I began, after our meal was. Once inside the car, he started jerking me off and asked me if I wanted to fuck him tonight. I said yes. In the back seat of his car, he straddled me, spit on his hand rubbing it on his asshole. He did it again to lube up my thick, hard as a rock, cock. He grabbed my cock and forcefully shoved it up his ass. As he bounced up and down on my cock, staring at me the whole time, I reached down and grabbed his pecker and started stroking it. I could feel the pressure building. I was going to cum.