.You get the picture." I can't see why those drips pick on nice kids like you. You're okay inmy book."I nodded and somehow felt better that this real...ly good looking, nice guystood up for me for no real reason that I could put a name to. Funny,but we didn't even know each other's names. Before he could say anotherword, I hurried off without looking back at him. Maybe it was on accountof the way he made me feel weird inside. I had that same weird feelingwhen I woke up that night after a. Like, I told him that as long as we’re we quiet he could “sneak it in anytime”...he said he’s so big that he “may need several tries” before he could sneak in all the way. Anyway, we kept in touch and sent each other coded messages and sexy non-sexy pictures (you know what I mean lol) until the day he flew to Chicago. His flight was arrived early in the morning so I elected to stay in bed and sleep in rather than waking up to go to O’Hare. I figured that I’d sleep for another hour or so then. She was looking even more sexier after the fucking session. The bus is ready, we were the first to enter and others has to complete their work and will be back only by 6.30.I asked her to go to the last seat, but she selected some seat in the middle and i sat beside her, seeing her i felt like kissing her and started kissing her and even she responded and we were tasting our toungues then there was sound that some one is entering into the bus, we parted off and sat calmly.The bus is slowly. You're mad because I had a good cum, and Hans didn't come in your cunt!" Marge stood there glaring at me, and then she started crying and beating her hands on my chest. "You bastard! You dirty bastard! You men are all alike!" she wailed."I wrapped my arms around her holding her tight, kissing her forehead, all the while thinking how twisted we were. "Okay I'm a bastard, but I'm right though, aren't I? You do need fucking don't you?" Marge nodded, sobbing quietly. I picked her up in my arms and.