In 5 mins with a loud scream her juice was out. She pushed me and wanted to have 69 now..ohhh this was heaven my 7 inch dick all in her mouth and i wa... like i was fucking her mouth,…was making strange kind of noise which i have never made in my life. Even my balls were ,she was licking i was about to come, she screamed and told me to fuck now. I told her to lay down on the floor and she opened the legs now i was on top of her pulled one pillow and put under her back now her pussy was more close. But I no longer had a car anyway. So I took the bus on a 9 hour trip. Because there had been a brutal murder on the bus where some dude nearly severed the head off someone on the bus with a butter knife or some say a plastic serrated butter knife, the security is almost as strick as any Airport now. I had a full leg cast and was not allowed to put any weight on that leg whatsoever. But I wasn't allowed any walking aids or wheelchair on the bus. Just underneath in the luggage area. After 5. Then a Senator came in for a haircut, and when he went to pay his bill, the barber again replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you; I’m doing community service this week.’ The Senator was very happy and left the shop.The next morning, when the barber went to open up, there were a dozen Senators lined up waiting for a free haircut.And that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the citizens of our country and the politicians who run it.As Ronald Reagan said: BOTH POLITICIANS. “Fucking do it. But don’t think I’m going to be happy about it, at all.” He flopped back down on the chair,his face collapsing in defeat. It shouldn’t have, but it lifted my spirits. I should have felt bad. I should have felt guilty. This was Tom, the man I loved. The man I wanted to be with. But, I didn’t. I didn’t feel bad at all. All I could think about was all the times he had made me feel bad. I thought of all the times I cried because of this man. And I felt a curious sense of elation. My.