Not only did they all appear to be older than him, but it also appeared that they were all couples except for two older women who were traveling toget...er. He was interested in learning about Key West and armed with his sightseeing guide book that’s what it looked like he was going to be doing on this tour.Everybody rushed to board first when the bus pulled up. Let them he thought, sitting in the back of the bus was something he expected to do since this was the last pickup stop on the bus’. He invaded my personal space. He stepped up to me at my desk, his body less than a foot from mine, until it was either glare at his chest or look up at him. I purely hated it when men did that to me, used their greater size to try to intimidate me into doing something. Never one to be cowed, I looked up at him. That was a mistake, if anything, his expression goaded me further. Even an idiot could tell that he found me amusing. ‘Was there something else you wanted, sir?’ I kept my voice. My new "member"is a featureless pink cylinder with a hemispherical tip (and no orifice,of course) when grown. Still today I refuse calling it a penis.I was so concentrated in the pleasure that I did not realize Veraundressed too and came from behind me, with her own "engorged clitoris."She asked me to support my hands in the sink and to protrude my butt,opening my legs. I could do nothing but to obey her. Then she insertedher "engorged clitoris" into my new vagina. My arousal grew even. It had been many hours since he had anything to drink and these meager drops, while very welcome, were hardly satisfying. The thought of sitting up right now and holding a glass of water in his unbound hands seemed so far away from his current reality that he almost cried at the thought. Where was Bob Tucker, master of his own universe?Once again he felt movement on the bed. He wanted to speak, ask, question, but all that came out were groans. Now the ear plugs were being removed. He could hear.