.. Ohh, so, so horny... Oh, so horny.Me love you long timeOh, so horny... Ohh, so, so horny... Oh, so horny.Me love you long timeMe, so horny... So, s... horny... Me, so horny.Me love you long time.Me, so horny... So, so horny... Me, so horny.Me love you long time.The looks she gave us as she mouthed those words, the way her hands kept traveling up and down the front of her shirt and shorts... I had to slap myself hard just to make sure it was really happening.Sittin' at home with my dick on. Finding the zipper on my skirt he undoes it then pulls my skirt down my legs and adds it to the pile of clothes we've started. I gasp and moan again as the cool night air hits my soaking wet pussy through my crotchless panties. He runs his hands up and down my hips, slowly making his way to my thighs and then my inner thighs. Spreading my wet, sticky thighs apart he lowers his head to my pussy. I hear him inhale taking in my scent. I wiggle my hips at him, hoping he will take the hint and touch. Understood?”“Yes, sir. Thank you.”The other ten passengers – if that’s the correct term – straggled in. The first pair after James Marchant and his wife were two men, who were obviously a couple. However, had they not been holding hands there was nothing else to indicate their relationship, at first sight, anyway. A younger couple arrived together, but since they had different names and neither wore a ring, I assumed them to be the second ‘partnership’. The two independents, actually a man and. ” We were near one of those round racks that had stuff hanging to the floor, trench coats I think. When Georgette started to unzip his pants the guy stammered, “What are you doing?” “I’m going to measure you better,” she said. “Here in the fucking store?” the guy whispered, red faced. “Yes, right here,” chimed Georgette as she went down to her knees and backed into the clothes. With his cock still gripped in her hand, she pulled him closer. So here he was red faced, standing close to the rack.