Phir maine un ke kapde utarne lag gaya or wo mera lund sahla rahi thi maine un ke pure kapde nilak diye dost kya mast lag rahi thi mere babhi bina kap...ado ke phir maine un ko bahoo main bhar liya or un ke boobs se khalane laga woo siskariya bharne lagi aaaaaaa ooooohhhhhhhhhhh or karo dever ji or karo main un ke boobs suck karne laga un ko or maza aane laga un ke boobs bahut soft soft the maza aaraha tha . phir unone mere lund ko kiss karne lagi or lund ko apane muh main lekar chusne lagi mujhe. ........................................................................I was sitting alone at the back of the top deck on a bus one day, making my way home from school. I was 16 at the time, and could not wait to get in after a tough day. As usual, the bus was pretty empty as I lived the furthest away from school and after a few stops all the other k**s had gotten off at their stops already. The bus pulled up at a stop and I heard loud girlish talking and laughing. A group of girls heavily. Up the right side to find pre-cum waiting for me. It tasted a little salty but not too bad. As I am swirling my tongue around the head of his dick, I can feel Dante spreading my ass cheeks as he strarts to lick me, very slowly, from my clit to my asshole. OMG!!! THAT SHIT FELT SO GOOD!!! I pushed my ass back into his face in hopes he would do it again. He didnt disappoint me. WOW!!! This time it made me open my mouth as wide as possible in an attempt to get most, if not all, of the dick before. I ran. I found myself in a remote field and screamed over and over again. The problem with walking and running aimlessly is that you forget you have to go back at some point. I was over 5 miles from home, and I wasn’t any calmer.I arrived back home at 7:00 in the morning. I called Paul and told him I’d be missing from church for the second week in a row. He heard it in my voice and didn’t offer or give a hint, but 20 minutes later he walked in my door. He saw broken trinkets all around, and.