She was moving her hand up her friend’s (sister’s?) leg. That skirt was sliding up as her hand moved up. The two girls beside me were making out. ...n the bus, with me across from them. I remembered to breathe, but my eyes were glued to them, though I was still trying to act nonchalant. I tried to look away and I did. For a moment.When I turned back, the girl’s hand was way up the other’s leg. Up the other’s thigh. Both thighs were exposed. I could see one leg clearly, the other, only the inner. Unlike the last time where it came out like shotgun blasts, this one was more like a hose that had been turned on slowly. At first there was a spurting and then it just seemed to pour out in an almost constant stream of semen, but calmly.. There would be little surges but really I was just faucet of cum running down my mother’s throat. And boy was she a champ! Her head bobs lessened, and turned into just sucking tenderly on the tip. Deep swallowing sounds resonated like someone gulping down. She started grasping at straws. ‘She was depressed maybe it was something to do with her hormones.’ She looked down at the coffee table noticing the ring the glass had left. He took another drink sat back and for the first time since the incident happened a brief smile appeared. ‘It is amazing’ he said. ‘A woman has all these things she can hide behind to avoid accountability for her actions, hormones, depression, PMS, postpartum depression, bad hair day, boredom or just feel like they are. "Yes I like your penis and I like vagina" only gets you so far. Your partner needs to REALLY accept it for what it is. So we grew apart. I continued my experiments. Met a wonderful woman, I was 21 at the time and she was 42 and married. She was living a similar story, but sleeping next to a man who really didn't want to understand. Thinking about what a nightmare it would have been if I didn't continue to pursue my sexuality at this age was put on display. Stuck in a marriage, and trapped in.