"No!" he cried. Then the door slammed shut. The rattle of thekey came in the lock; the click as the bolt slid inexorably into place.There were muffled...cries outside and then shouting to quell them. Thecoach lurched, creaking, as the driver clambered on board. Burt stillcouldn't quite get up but he forced himself to. He used his arms to pullhimself onto the bench.He still couldn't believe this was really happening.There were more cries from the street and more shouted demands forsilence. The. He was hard. "That's not what this says."I reached out to him, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling his forehead to mine. He shivered under my hands; he was afraid of my maleness, of my touch. I knew it was what he wanted. "You are afraid."His head moved against mine in another of his microscopic nods. "Tonight, you are mine." He nodded again. I pulled him closer, so I could whisper in his ear. "You are right to be afraid." He whimpered then. I wondered how close he was to. It was just so ... big.I’d been at home, in the middle of preparing dinner for my husband when I’d remembered how good it had felt the last time I’d come over and fucked Garth, and I simply couldn’t resist. I asked Michael if he’d mind finishing the meal, got in my car, and less than ten minutes later we were in his room, and I was once more impaling myself on his erection.God I loved the feeling of fullness. The first time we fucked, we’d needed to use almost a full bottle of lube - my. Suddenly Helena tanked him, understanding his help was useless at all.The guy eventually moved back and away from the car, but then he turned around and came to my window.He then took his dick out from his trousers; showed it to me and began jerking off until it grew really huge and hard as a rock.Helena was still looking down at the map and she did not realize what was happening on my side.But the guy suddenly walked back to her open window and just said: “Swallow this, you bitch” Helena just.