Our journey seemed slow and agonizing. She could not keep her hands off my caged manhood. I wanted to say it hurts. What she was doing. But instead I ...ecided it was best to allow her to do what she wanted.As we pulled into the driveway she said zip it up. No need to let the neighbors see what a pathetic dick you have. I have a reputation as a lover of big huge cocks. Don’t embarrass me by showing my neighbors your puny excuse for a cock.We walked in the door and were greeted by what I assumed. I would watch them until they got finished.” She again put her hand on my cock, and moved her hand up and down, slowly stroking. “I’ve seen movies too Uncle Mark, I know about sex.”She continued to stroke my cock like it was a game. I started though, to get the impression that this little vixen knew more than she was letting on. My eyes rolled back in my head at the attention she was giving to my cock, she started rubbing faster, and moving her hips back and forth against my leg, humping her. 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. Blood dripping slowly down the dagger’s point, leaving a muddy crimson stain in the sand. Cold dead eyes locking with his for an instant before Michael was dragged away. ‘I could have saved him.’ The thought had haunted Michael ever since that afternoon. Watching Ian’s life essence slip away while Nigel and Sims had pulled him back from the carnage. He understood the reasons, understood that he was not ready to face Nicholas or to save Ian that day. But knowing such things rarely makes the cold.