I loved it, once again that feeling of rightness coursed through me. I sucked that cock in the most loving way I could think of. With every bob of m...y head I kept taking it further and further into my throat until my nose was burried at the base of his cock. "Whoa, hold on" he said and he pushed me back "keep that up and I'll cum down your throat. I want to rub my dick against yours while I cum" I was disapointed, I wanted to taste his cum. I reluctantly pulled back my head and resumed the. The Friday that Ben was on his way to see me was a bus ride home nightmare. There was a different bus driver and she was a terrible driver. She hit every bump possible. The bus was crowded that afternoon. More crowded than usual. I was standing next to Jerome like I usually do, but I was pressed up against his body. Everyone was smashed into each other and there wasn't much anyone could do. I could feel Jerome's dick on my back. As the bus hit various bumps his dick became hard. I could feel it. The material was very sheer and when she draped the long end over her body, it did nothing to hide her belly and prominent navel. The accompanying sleeveless blouse was made of silk as well with an open back where the back strap of the blouse was just wide enough to cover the bra strap and a very deep V-neck pattern. She could feel her nipples pushing through the slit and occasionally peeking out as she wore the blouse. The ample bra covered bosoms was confined by three hooks that kept the. Not just like a slut, I realized. My Mom was a slut - she’d known this guy for what, 40 minutes before bringing him home and letting him fuck her in like ninety different positions.I even rubbed a few out myself, just watching them. I know, I know - it’s not like I was into what I was watching, but I’d been so worked up when I was interrupted ... and people fucking are people fucking, even if it is your tramp of a mother and the rando that she brought home to do her in the ass.(Yeah, he did.