The soft strums ofthe guitar filled the bus while I played and sang the song for the smallcrowd that was sitting on my bus. Their looks of excitement ...nd wondernever left their faces the entire time I sang. When I strummed the lastnote they broke out into clapping and cheering.I'd felt the rush a lot over the last two weeks as we'd learned andpracticed the songs for the concert. But sitting there with fans, I knewthat the rush I had been feeling during rehearsals was nothing comparedto the rush. . " he begged. "Yeah? fuck that pussy?" i replied. "Oh yeah... fuck im going to cum... fuck my pussy... fuck it.." he let out. I was pounding him so hard now as i held onto his hips and after a few loud thrusts, he was bursting like crazy. I felt his ass clenching onto my cock so tight i had to stay still. His cock shot out spurts of cum all over the floor and the window as i let him finish. "That's it... that's a good slut... made that cock cum didnt i?" i teased. He was so out of breath he. " He left that hanging."Ambrose, I'm fine with you taking the journal. But not yet. There are things I need to do with it first. I have plans. If you feel anything for this man, let me have it. I can do things you can't. Things that need to happen. There needs to be retribution and restitution and I can make that happen. Legally." She added that last word. "Let me do this." Legally. You sure about that?" Oh yes. Completely. Ethically up the wazzo, - although you could say it's extremely moral –. “You can touch,” Liz said, her voice low and breathy. “I ... I want you to touch me.”Jamie reached up and cupped one of her breasts in a trembling hand, delving his fingers into flesh as soft as melting butter, Liz encouraging him as she let slip a quiet moan. He felt his growing erection press against the crotch of her sweatpants as her boob deformed in his grasp, spilling between his digits, her hard nipple pressing into his palm. Her skin was as smooth as satin, the firm tissue that gave her.