”“What about us, Connie?” asked Sue. “I’m in love with Jay too.”“And what about Heather and me?” asked Rachel. “I don’t know about... Heather, but I’ve loved Jay since I first met him, I just always thought he was out of reach.”“I’m with Rachel, I don’t know if I’m ready for wedding bells, but Jay certainly rang my bell,” said Heather.“Girls, we can’t all have Jay, he’s going to have to choose one of us,” said Connie.“Connie, that would kill him. He would rather have all of us as best friends,. I hold for a few more seconds, then slide back to breathe, then take you once again. Your cock enters my throat nearly a dozen times when my facial muscles tell me I need a short break.My hand regains its grip on your shaft, this time pointing it straight up toward your face, and I lick over your right testicle. I slowly and carefully take it into my soft mouth and lick all over it. I then do the same for your left. I remove it and playfully lick figure-eights around your balls... up between. She was glad for that and she thanked me. All the talking was in whispering as everyone else in bus were sleeping then I started to have a general conversation with her she slowly opened up about herself and we spent a whole hour speaking about ourselves then the bus started and we were glad that the bus was moving again. I did not move from her seat and we continued to talk and after a while she was too drowsy.We both fell asleep on the same seat and after some hours of sleep if opened my eyes. Your chuckle is soft and she can see the eyebrow you’ve raised even though she’s not looking at you.“And what exactly is different between what you’re wearing and your ‘normal’ hiking gear then?”“Well shorts that are a little…” she tugs at the hem again, shrugs and grins wryly. “Less short for one.” She’s laughing with you now and hopes you don’t realise she’s also laughing at herself a little. Because she did have slightly more appropriate clothing.Or shorts that weren’t basically denim hot.