Well, that figured."You really ~do~ sound stressed, Blake. You ought to see a companypsychologist for some counseling. In-house medical service would ...ebest. It wouldn't be wise to go to an outsider. You might misspeakyourself and your work is classified."Did ~everyone~ on this weird planet think I was nuts? "I've never believed in psychology, Dr. Sarn. I'll only go that route ifI have no other choice." Well, you've already shown how tough you can be, so go ahead play ityour own way. But don't. For lubrication, he spitted, made it more slippery there and fucked on the thighs. It was a ticklish feeling for me, but I kept my thighs much closer for him to feel the tightness. There was kind of a “pluck…pluck” sound coming from this movement, but other passengers were not able to hear it. After some time of fucking, he sprayed his hot cum on my thighs and the seat as well. He got up and cleaned the area and the seat with a sheet in the bus. He sat next to me for some more time and asked my. Doesn’t stop me having a juicy upper deck and a booty box that can make even the most faithful of husbands question the reason for his spontaneous, pant-deforming erection when I squirm my way through his line of sight! I am lucky enough to possess an innocent demeanour that is particularly attractive to red-blooded men (horny women too, thank heavens!), making them wonder how such an angelic face can be stuck onto such a small frame with such big lady-bumps, must be a real slut in bed, etc. . I can't remember her ever cumming that much or hard before. The entire crotch and ass of her panties were soaking wet when I got done with her. She was sucking me off when the door bell rang. I wouldn't let her stop. I came in her mouth.She was supposed to have coffee ready for us and put on my white, long tailed dress shirt, sleeves cut off, she used for a bikini cover-up and went to the kitchen while I showered and dressed. She was braless.I'd left the garage door open and Steve, Larry,.