It was some dippy film actress with a heart of gold and a mind that was out to lunch when brains were dished out. Then, I saw it was only a figment of...my overactive imagination.The scared girls at my ankles were looking up at me wondering what I could possibly be finding so interesting when there was danger all around us. The more intelligent Rachel was hugging my knee like she was thinking about exploring a bit higher and I got distracted from my long-range ogling by female pursuits a bit. I point toward our bin that holds the condoms. She bites her lip as she looks at the large cock that she's been sucking on. She slides over to get one and hands it to him. She leans forward to kiss and suck on the tip of my cock for a second before I tell her to take her clothes off , while the new stranger puts the condom on.She stripes in front of us both and then helps him with the lube. She climbs up onto our bed and begins to suck me. Moaning and slurping while he makes his way behind her.. My mind is lost on what might be in store. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to cause some friction on my throbbing clit, wishing the bus was quieter so I could slip a hand into my trousers. It feels like the slowest journey in the world. I'm so wet already that I am sure the man sitting near me can smell my cunt. He keeps looking at me and I know my face is flushed. I am so horny now that I consider sliding his hand down my trousers instead. I wont though. I might enjoy the thought, but I. I am Michael.’ Bree noticed the tent in the young man’s jeans and would normally have been flattered and said nothing, but she suddenly got this flash of him on top of her. She could feel the way he felt sliding into her and hear herself beg for more. Somewhere far away she could hear her moaned confessions of love. Not fantasies, but memories. ‘..E..Excuse me.’ Bree quickly left the room and stood in the hallway panting. Her lips were dry, but she could feel the warm, hard flesh sliding over.