We were in high school, on a bus heading towards a marching band competition. Robin and I were fooling around on the bench seat, and since we were s...aring a blanket to 'keep warm' no one was the wiser. No one, that is, until Robin's Mom, who was chaperone on the bus, called out from her seat in the front of the bus and asked why she couldn't see us. Of course I had my fingers thoroughly buried in Robin's juicy pussy, but Robin retained the presence of mind to answer that she was 'laying. .''''tell who your gf?''he lube him up as he fought itbut it was nothing , the bbc found its place inside him toolong deep stroke down , my yelling friend getting fuck i his tight white ass too''good boy see its not that bad look at your friend here''he switch and had a brk from the pounding watching me ass up moaning like a bitch ''see he love my big cock''''come here , on top of him like that 2 white boy pussies loving big fat cock ''he pounded him on top of me my friend got hard ''yes yes. “What’s bugging you?” Jason asked. “You seem like you’re on another planet.”“I know,” I agreed. “I’m having real trouble concentrating.”“That must have been a hell of a concert!” Pete laughed. “Of course, seeing my girlfriend wrap her lips around a saxophone might distract me, too!”“You’re just making it worse!” Bill objected. “Mike, go take a walk, clear your head and come back.”“I think Bill has a point,” Kurtis said.I nodded, “Back in fifteen minutes. Sorry, guys. I know we’ll be up later. Anna was leaning with her upper body against the wall, her feet about a foot away from the wall. Her skirt was pulled up around her hips and her fingers were toying with her pussy. Flashes of the smoothest mound was all I saw as her finger nails dragged over her mound. She pushed her hips up while her fingers parted her lips, the light catching on her sweet nectar, her juices covering her inner thighs. I couldn’t help but to stare. I laid there still on my bed, sucking my fingers while my free.