My pussy was absolutely dripping, creamy-slick and feverishly hot. I desperately wanted to feel it, to stroke him, but… “My stop is coming up next... it’s only a few minutes away.” He smiled. “We already passed mine.” I looked up at him, and he continued, “I’ll need to cross over and ride back the other way, but I had a hunch it might be worth it.” His fingers slid slowly up the inside of my thigh, and as they did my legs parted for him. I didn’t even think about it, didn’t part them. ”Karen would have said something, but her mouth was full and her hands were all that was keeping her upright as Morgan started pulling and tugging on her pantyhose and panties. “Next time, stockings, no pantyhose. And these granny-panties have got to go.”Karen thought, “Next time?”Morgan pushed her down on the counter, her ass in the air and then she spit on the crack of Karen’s ass and started rubbing it down until she felt her asshole. More spit and in seconds Karen’s mind was leaving her. . "Don't fight and you won't get hurt!" Frank replied, keeping a firm grip on her wrists and pushing her toward the bed."Let me go!" Betty protested, quickly becoming quite breathless. "Let me go!" No point fighting it!" Frank told her. "You know you want it! That's why you came here! That spanking has gotten your little box all steamed up, and you're just dying for it!" No! No! No!" Betty protested, almost in tears. "I'll scream!" Then I'll have to gag you!" he warned her.Still holding her. Again, the fact that he had experienced what a girl's body felt during this activity was of significant aid to him in performing much better than he would have before all this happened.He knew exactly where her clit was, and exactly how it liked to be touched, both with finger and tongue. He knew how to stimulate her vagina with his fingers too, including where to look for a little rough patch of skin on the upper side of her vaginal sheath, and scratch it. Her hips bucked up and dislodged his.