The whole bus turned, and john could tell harry checking the rear view mirror. John now grabbed megan and hoisted her up, her face slick with precum a...nd dried pussy juice. Almost in a trance, megan moved into the aisle. She ran her hands down her body, cupping her breasts as,they went down. With a slutty look which she never knew she had, megan slowly began gyrating around a pole, rocking sideways each time the bus turned. At John's signal, she blew a kiss to the stunned crowd, mark standing. How kinky!" Britney replied."How am I lesbian? Cindy is my wife," I said before Britney cut me off."Yea but look at you, you're a beautful woman now. So tech-nic-ly youARE a lesbian," she said rolling her eyes."Look, this wasn't my idea to be a girl, it was yours," I snapped."Ok fine. If your wife is your ideal partner then you shouldn't have anyproblem giving her a kiss then right?" Britney asked."Fine, you want me to kiss my wife? I don't see what the big deal is," Isaid as I moved over. They'd called me in to interview me for a promotion, but I did not tell her about the promotion.I got home a week later, it was the most time I could possible delay. When I walked in the house, the unmistakable scent of male sperm, male pheromones, male sweat, and male cologne assaulted my senses. My wife was washed clean, but the house was lousy with the scent of yet another man, different from the one I smelled last week."Oh, honey, I missed you. You went to bed so late and up so early that. Neither of us had ever done it that way before, and I wouldn’t even have dreamed of trying before this special night. But Ron told me it was an Indian ritual, one that made good hunting most likely. I just laughed as the bull elk mounted me, and then we both laughed and laughed out loud as the doe quivered and trembled with the thrill, and then laughing segued into the natural gasping rhythym which brought my bull and me to a climax. We had SUCH a good time! Ron’s dad missed all the fun,.