But I am so happy we could do this,” she said as she brushed her hair from her eyes.Rachel kissed me lightly, “Umm, I guess you were coming in her... for a purpose other than having sex with me, I can leave you to it,” she said as I pulled out of her. My cock was covered in my cum and her creamy arousal and I felt her reach between her legs stopping the possibility of losing some of our fluids onto the throw rug on the floor.I watched as she rubbed her slender fingers up and down her slit, now. She did notice that is eyes were closed and that his hips were moving very lightly like he was fucking her mouth. She knew he was enjoying the blowjob and she also knew that he was about cum because his cock seemed to be getting bigger and she noticed how he was moaning now with each stroke. He was getting closer and closer to exploding but she was not going to let him cum in her mouth, at least not yet. She could tell that he was lost in the moment and was about to cum in her mouth so she. All around me was family. There were weatherworn markers here with dates that extended back before the American Civil War. One headstone, I knew, sat over the empty grave of a great-great uncle who never returned from the infamous Union prison camp in Elmira. The family just couldn’t let him not be represented. I wonder how amused they were that in some backhanded way, I was now a soldier of the Confederacy, and that I held a string of slaves.Every stone in this low-walled area was chiseled. Rachel felt the eyes of the other passengers on the bus ,which was taking her on a one way trip to humiliation, boring into her. She was a sex object already she thought. The straps of her bra were clearly visible through the thin material of her blouse. She tried to pull her mini skirt down a little to hide her beautiful legs from their gaze. It was useless. Rachel sighed and looked out of the window. she tried to ignore the lust filled stares.. The bus stopped. "You will be met at the square".