Very very slowly I started to move my hand from under the blanket, subtly testing to see if she was a light sleeper. So far so good...maybe sitting in...the back of the bus with my body towards the window and concealed under a blanket I could help myself out a little before the rest stop. I wondered curiously, inching my hand towards my lap, slipping it through my waistband and boxers and finally gripping the little rascal that had been causing me so much discomfort. I moved him parallel with my. The hand on my arse settled into rubbing over my arse hole and I had the sudden urge to have it filled. I reached around for the hand, held a finger and pushed it at my rose leaf. He pushed at it but I was a bit dry. He left for a moment and then came back with a finger full of lube, rubbed it into my hole and then slid his finger in. The beautiful feeling of friction in two holes is extremely fulfilling and I suddenly realized how long it had been since I had taken two men at once. I turned my. During several days, I had been travelling to my office by bus.Friday night I was so tired after a long day at work. I just wanted to get home and take a warm shower before going to bed with Victor.I was travelling back home on the night bus, very late evening, when two handsome young black guys got on.Both were heavy muscled guys, athletic type, hard chest and very, very cute black men…I caught one of their eyes as they took their seats. One of them just stayed on for three stops before. ”Sara sighed.“And what if what I want is a potion to get a guy to fuck me?”Sara had never seen a black person go pale with fear, but Wayne did. Sara giggled in her squeaky way.“Well, ahem,” he said, clearing his throat, “we have a strict privacy policy, and, well: yes.” He looked like he wanted to say more.“But, what?” Sara asked.“Well,” he scratched his head again, “I was just thinking that -- I wouldn’t think you’d need one.”Sara took the question seriously, as opposed to as flattery.“True, I.