I licked her full balls drawing my tongue on the back of her cock’s shaft and soon I was sucking it for the third time. I allowed myself the freedom...to know her body better using my hands. I passed fingers on her belly’s skin and soon I was touching the firmness of Mel’s breasts. She was pushing her own cock deeper in my mouth. My fingers now were touching her nipples. I found them really hard, perfect for some sensual pinching. Mel moaned in pleasure the moment I pinched and pulled the dark. She wanted to find a place to rest her head in the absence of a suitable lap. The window vibrated too much, along with the rest of the bus, and so the chance of trying to fit her head into the corner between the seat and the window would shake her into a headache from hell. After attempting to sandwich her hoody in the corner as a cushion had failed she gave up and leant back against the seat and closed her eyes. With the noise, and no support for her neck she wouldn't be able to sleep, but she. . what are you doing to me?”“Demonstrating that I’m a can-do guy who tells no lie.”“What?” she panted, squinting at his incredulousness, perplexed by another cheesy, seemingly well-rehearsed salesmanship line that seemed to be working. Yet, she was still unsure about what was happening. It felt like a force, a sensational presence, was moving her forward, or rather, up and down.Her legs unknowingly had involuntarily spread apart and prepared to act like pistons, causing her skirt to hike up,. It didn't take her long to notice myerections and so one afternoon she escorted me into her bedroom, took off herpanties and began my lessons in sex education. I came four times before she letme return to whatever I was doing. That evening when dad got home, he escortedme into the bedroom and gave me a sound thrashing with his belt for daring tohave sex with his wife without asking his permission. Later that evening momsuggested I ask dad if it was all right if I slept with mom tonight. He.