I couldn’t keep my hand off my cock. I’d removed my thong and was wanking like mad with my right hand, and squeezing and tickling my balls with my...left. I only regretted not having a camera with me (something I bore in mind on subsequent occasions.) The lad was now on the vinegar stroke, and with a howl, came again, deep into my wife’s pussy. As had happened earlier, he was quickly replaced by his friend, who again started to fuck my wife with vigour; almost as if he was trying to ram his arse. I couldnt take it anymore and whispered to him "I want to suck your cock". When he heard me he stopped licking my boipussy and began unbuckling his belt and Jean's. The sound of his belt was music to me ears. As I kneeled down he pulled down his denim Jean's and sat on the bed exposing his thick 6.5 inch almost soda can thick cut cock. His cock was so hot and thick, I could bearly wrap my hand around his cock. Giving his cock head the first lick I tasted his sweet slimy precum that coated his. He took my penis and moved it to the side and started pressing it. He held my dick head with his two fingers and pressed it. Two more stops, I’ll have to get down. He knows it too. The bus was moving fast and there was a lot of movement inside, people were moving, bending over others. He took it as a chance and made a quick rhythm with my cock moving in and out. My body became cold or I felt like that. It was a feeling I could never forget. My hands were numb. I don’t know whether to move them. I moved to Florida in my early twenties. I had moved down there with a couple of friends from home. We couldn’t believe the amount of gorgeous girls that were everywhere down there. It was bikini season all year long and most girls made sure that they looked amazing in their skimpy swimwear. And the clothes of most girls in day to day life was much sexier and more revealing than up north as well. For someone with a fetish for sexy outfits like I have, it was an amazing place. And this just.