I always had to cross my legs together in order to avoid embarrassment and a possible orgasm on the bus. Although I've often wondered what that would ...e like... just to have someone's eyes glued upon me as I worked my magic (touch!). They could even be masturbating as well... as long as we would all gather in the enjoyment, perhaps even have an orgy. I often wondered what the bus driver looked like naked. Silly me.I forgot to mention his bloody name. It's David. That's all I know about him. His. It was so good.Meanwhile, Steve had moved around and opened my mouth to accept his lovely cock. I felt him tug my nipples. You know I love that. It brought me to my first climax. I tried to take as much of his cock as I could but the angle was difficult so I licked his shaft and balls.Phil was still probing but when he moved to my anus and licked at my hole that took me over the top again. Steve was fucking my face now in slow long strokes and Phil put a pillow under my ass. I opened my legs. . That was it! Although they generally hold the keys to the situation, it's considered impolite to challenge them directly, largely because they WILL cut and run, so I addressed him while focusing on them both, "All right, you're not kidding anybody -- I know the little fantasy that brought the pair of you down here. I ALSO know, though, that in that fantasy you weren't alone..."The man went poker-faced -- and the woman blushed to a fine, medium red from her hairline to the place where her skin. ”“I have a better idea; we will all go back to town and stay in a hotel.” I spoke.“You will not have any protection there.” Running Elk said.“Nobody will know we are there and will not be looking for us there either. They might know about you and be watching your place along with any of the Tribe places.” I spoke.“Well, when you put it that way I agree. But you need to take weapons with you. Here let me show you something your Grandpa and I put in.” Running Elk said. With that he went to the.