She gave me a wicked smile and got down from the bus. Both of them were giggling even after getting down from the bus. As it was a single door bus the...e was no conductor and I was sitting in a two seater. I felt bit ashamed and disappointed too because all the fun was over. But I was wrong. As began to adjust my dress I felt a strong hand again on my ass. I kept motionless for a few minutes and then looked back, it was the same handsome college boy sitting in my backseat with his hand on my. “That was strong and burned like hell dad. What was that?” she asked. “Were you trying to kill me?”I now had no choice but to laugh. “It is Kentucky Bourbon. It is very smooth, and I did warn you that it would burn. You just have to get used to it. It will help you relax.”“Relax! I felt like I was dying! How is that supposed to help you relax?” she asked excitedly.“Give it a few more slow sips and wait for it,” I answered.“A few more? Did I do something wrong? Are you trying to punish me? I. Small hand winches set to the side suggested the chains could be tightened or loosened. At the moment, the two women were kneeling on piles of rugs and cushions, their arms vertical at the sides of their faces. Each movement they made caused the silvered chains to clink, and they twisted from the leather straps around their wrists. The only clothing either wore was a tiny g-string – gold for Diane, silver for Cat – that did so little to shield their modesty, and everything to draw attention to. While the blond girl spread the tight cheeks of your ass, the other one grasped my throbbing rod and began to gently feed it into your tender, slick passage. I wanted to cum right there from the effects of the tingling oil and your tight ass. You pushed back again, taking me all the way in. Now, I moaned loudly. I grabbed your oily hip with my other hand and made love to your sweet ass. My other hand wandered up and down, from your hard clit to your wonderful breasts and back again. I slipped.