’ ‘We’re s****rs you know.’ One says. ‘You do look a bit alike.’ They both have round flat fat faces and dark lank hair – you couldn’t...call them pretty but then you couldn’t call them ugly either, still, I have been drinking a lot of lager. The younger one of the two grabs hold of my hand and we turn right into Newport Street, left into Station Street, along Green Street and then into Mount Street. We wander past Willow Cottage where I live and tucked in the corner of Mount Street and Little. The moment I had been waiting for my whole life had finally arrived.There was no stopping her now. Sapna ma’am ripped open my underwear which hurt a bit and grabbed my dick very hard. She said, “You want this, don’t you?” I nodded my head smiling even though it was paining. She started to slowly rub my rod and I was so happy at this point.She spat on my cock and continued to rub it and then slowly, she put her soft sweet and warm lips on my cock. She licked the tip of my penis, she was teasing. You keep your eyes locked on the seat in front of you, looking at the various scratches and pen marks left in the decades since that seat was made. You just wish that you hadn't left your headphones behind.The rest of the car is quiet, even for this late in the evening, but not empty by any means. You can hear loud giggling and phone music from a group of teenage girls on your left, then there's you, and, at least when you got on, in your vicinity there was also an old man with a newspaper, a. So I laid back again. Strangely, I would hear a noise coming from her and her head kept going back and forward, and I thought that maybe she was sick. So I got up to ask if she was okay. By the time I got to her, I thought that what I saw was a dream. Her fingers were going in and out of her pretty Black pussy. I looked and then I could smell the delightful aroma of pussy in the air. She opened her eyes and smiled a bit and closed them again as she moaned in pleasure. I love pussy and when I.