And kept massaging my tip with her lips, with her tongue and with hand. Taking turns. I’d love to blow my load in her mouth, but not just yet. Savou... the pleasure a little longer. First I’d like to slip my finger under her nightdress. Run it up and down her slit, her clit. Part her pussy gently, feel her wetness. Her wetness is her invitation. Come in! I’d wet my finger with her pussy juice, then run it up her clit. Oh so gently. Less is more. Less pressure is more intense. Just run my finger. Living near the end of the bus-rout, passenger gradually got off, leaving Emily and the old guy still sat next to each other. Emily being Emily, the vibrations of the bus start to get her feelng horny and noticing the prying eyes of the old man, she wriggles around in her seat until her skirt moves up even more, so now her panties can also be seen. Emily looks up at the old man, who goes red with embarrassment as he gets caught looking. But when Emily gives a dirty smile, the old man, slowly. Her body firm from the heated moments and her large soft nipples brushing my chest as she lays flat on me breathing through recovery, little noises from deep within as calming continues our lips connect for a long sloppy kiss and she mutters “you need to remember that you will get to DO ME again…” more breathes as she locks eyes with me and I tell her “you sure orgasm good and deep tolerating some intense torment”. Nichole pauses swallowing and tells me there are many things I can do to her. So do the people at the school here. So does Ed. Now, though, meeting all my new friends in Alabama, I know where the logical path might lead.So I'm in a room set up for testing. We have a proctor; there are five of us in this group, me and four kids who're home-schooled. A couple of those are clean-cut, everything you'd see if you watched a video on the benefits of home schooling. The other two, well ... From demeanor and speech, I'm betting somebody less ambitious than Mom used home-schooling.