My left hand in that time started moving up and down on her panties, rubbing her pussy. Then I slid the panties aside and hit the jackpot. Her pussy h...d become wet by now. She was highly excited and it is a miracle she controlled herself from moaning (she told me this afterwards.)I rubbed her bare pussy and clit for a while and then entered her. She was wet and hot inside. I immediately felt like taking her down and fucking her brains out in the bus itself. Fuck the world; I want to screw my. I could see the shape of his huge dick through his boxer shorts and there was a damp patch where he had oozed pre-cum from his tool.I eased his shorts down and his thick, hard dick sprung from its confines. I gasped, it was huge, it was definitely the biggest dick that I had ever seen, although, I had not seen many, but it was huge! I moved my hands to cup his balls and my lips gently kissed the end of it, it was glistening with pre-cum and I wanted it in my mouth.Slowly, I kissed and licked. " He chuckled at his own wit, while Sharon smiled appreciatively.She ticked off the options on her fingers as Fred put his wallet back in his pants pocket. "Well, there's a good Italian place a couple of blocks over, and Chinese and Mexican near there as well as a Moroccan place with real belly dancers." She gave him an appraising look and continued, "Of course, the best place to eat in this town is on the east side, barbeque to die for and authentic Dixie swamp blues. But that's a drive from. . it was a dry oloroso. Good sherry was one of my vices.I poured a healthy glass and, putting a CD by Julie London on, I went to bed early. I listened to her singing, "Cry Me a River" and that's sure what I felt like doing - crying a river of tears.As I lay there I realized I had put my ghosts to bed forever. Jerry had been hurt; he might have been killed. I felt his pain, but it was his pain, not mine. What hurt me was that when something actually did happen to him — I wasn't there to support.