"I've kissed lots of them." Why haven't you ever kissed me?" Because we're buddies." Have you ever done anything else?" Well," the boy blushed, "Betty...Morton used to let me feel her boobs before she moved away." Did they feel good?" asked Hope, getting hotter and wetter between her legs."Sure," he grinned."Did she like it?" Heck, yes," beamed Chip. "She loved it." The conversation momentarily ended when the boy excused himself and went into the bathroom. Moments later, when she heard the boy. She told me how wet she was and she started fingering her pussy to prove it. I could hear her furiously fingering her beautiful sloppy snatch and she told me to keep holding my cheeks open so she could watch my asshole stretching around her fingers. She then told me that she was going to stick her fingers in her mouth to taste her juices and as she did, she slipped a third finger in my ass and started moaning with her fingers in her mouth. I could tell that it was delicious. With three fingers. It was exhilarating none-the-less. It was that feeling of vulnerability, even humiliation. Inside the car, the girls were delighted. They pointed out people who were looking, they laughed at some of the reactions. They asked My Lady to pause so that a spectator might better satisfy his or her curiosity.Soon enough we pulled up beside a bus that was taking on passengers. It appeared to be reasonably full. We were stationary right beside it. In a bus, people sit higher than those in the car. They. He was licking his cum and mine from my cunt then moving up to my clit and squeezing it with his lips. When he licked my clit with his tongue, while still squeezing with his lips this magnificent feeling swept through me, I was cumming! Oh! Thank you, Kevin. That was just what I needed. Youre welcome, Sally. I hope that youll come back often. Well I just might do that. I told my husband about our DP the other night. He was extremely jealous. Jealous? I thought that he had told you to take a.