.. I tell her that as soon as I pull out and fumble around pulling my shorts off of one foot..... now I can fuck her right. I get back in her and go t... town on her pussy, my balls slapping against her pussy, my body slapping against her ass..... it was loud. I am groaning, she is telling me to fuck her harder..... harder......her face is down on the dirty school bus floor with her hands reaching out and holding on to the posts from the benches mounted to the floor. I am fucking her so hard, she. She thrust a slick finger into Cindy's cunt, and began churning it around. Cindy wailed loudly at this new intrusion. When my secretary pulled it out, there was a bit of blood on it, probably from her long, sharp nails. She then put in two fingers and churned again, pulling them in and out. Ever time she pushed in hard, Cindy yelped. Her fingers came out a bit bloodier. Next, she shoved in three fingers. By now, the pain of having her cunt stretched again was combining with the pain of the. There was a touch of bravado in my voice, 'What's your name', I said, trying to be superior, 'I am number one boy, Missus', he replied softly.That make my heart flutter, a rush of excitement coursed through me, 'I can see you, you know', I said brazenly.He looked at me with a sidelong glance, but said nothing.'Stop', I ordered, and he stopped, still stooping over my suitcase.'Straighten-up', then adding 'Boy', as an after thought, which did sound silly, considering he was at least ten years. Marty reached over and wanted to touch dad’s thingy and when we were both touching it, it started to grow. Our eyes got big as we watched dad’s thingy get longer, harder and bigger around. When it stopped growing it must have been at least seven inches long. It felt so different than before. Neither Marty nor I could get our hands all the way around it. Now it looked like what our friend had described, but we had no idea what to do with it. We touched it and played with it for a few minutes and.