”Henry and Tiffany went to bed and spooned as they both slept with smiles on their faces. In the middle of the night though Henry woke up and saw t...at the covers had come off them and Tiffany was lying on her stomach, with her small tight eighteen year old ass staring him right in the face. He smirked slightly and reached into the nightstand for some lube.Tiffany thought she was dreaming as she felt something liquid and warm working its way into her butthole as she slept. But then she woke. I want you to wash it, then push it into your wet pussy. I want you to fuck yourself with it slowly. Send proof.'I replied, 'what, now?' He quickly responded with 'No, on the bus. Do it for me, Chelsea.'I quickly grabbed the spoon and headed towards the bus, ignoring my mum's boyfriend as he tried to speak with me. I just couldn't deal with him again.Once on the bus, I walked towards the empty back seats. Looking around, the bus was pretty much, empty except for the driver and an old lady. She walked up and asked was going on and if everything was alright. She then saw the men standing around with out any pants on with their dicks in different states of erection. She smiled and walked over, saying she would like to join the fun.The older man was walking over by now and she said that this was an old friend. His wife had died about 7 months ago after a long illness. She had come over to visit with her friend before going home. As her friend came over he was turning red from. I swirled my tongue around her protruding mounds and gently nibbled on the tips. I switched sides and my efforts were being rewarded by her moans of delight. Amelia’s legs were now wrapped tightly around my lower back as she began humping me from below. As amazing as that felt, I wanted those perfect legs of hers spread.I reluctantly left her breasts and began kissing down her flat belly. Her belly button was pieced and my tongue flicking against it brought out the loudest moans yet. Amelia was.