My one hand was still busy with her one boob and had now crossed the border of her thin kurti and bra and started pressing it slowly while scratching ...her nipple every now and then.She was in pure ecstasy as the small moans continued like “Mmmm”.I got up to take a break as I left a hickey on her neck. She got the hold of my t-shirt and pulled it out and suddenly grabbed my cock. It was fully erect and she would have just fainted by seeing it had there been some light inside the bus.She was. Memories of fucking four different girls (one a full-grown woman). I had bought the bottle on Saturday, two weeks earlier, then let it set for two days. That meant in twelve days I’d had four different sex partners since it was first opened. I checked the level of fluid in the flask, it had gone down some, but there was still more than enough for Marjorie. I didn’t need to check the level of semen in my nuts, they were filled to the brim, waiting for my dream girl. I had my bottle with me. It was in a small town only a couple of day's walk from the capital, and I dreamed that they would accept me, and I would learn to be a real healer. As I said, a smaller dream, but I knew, in real life, there was no chance.But my vision had shaken me to my core. It had come with such power, such vivid strength, and I had seen things in the dream that I had not known. But now they were clear. I wanted to believe that my inner sight had been able to see extra things I couldn't usually see. Take. I could penetrate her deeper and give her larger amounts of my fluids. The chain of thoughts made me even happier, simply because I would please her more.Somehow, I knew Renée was happy with my pleasure too. We shared the understanding of my reactive joy. There was also the fact that my explosion in her mouth made her even more excited and though she hadn't said a word, I understood as if she had. She smiled at me as she stroked me, keeping my excitement wound up. She looked at my keyed-up.