‘What are you looking at?’ She asked the pimply faced teen and his friend. ‘Nothing.’ He said sullenly. She got back on the bus but not before... she heard them say to one another, ‘Was that Belle Rousseau?’ ‘On a Greyhound bus? Yeah right. She has millions. What are you smoking?’ Belle settled into sleep trying hard not to get pissed at the old guy looking at her across the way. The bus was half full and finally she had had enough. ‘Take a picture it will last longer.’ She told him before she. He knew every little bit of her after years of marriage.But then he did something that he hadn't done before. He pulled his finger from her pussy and pressed it to her asshole. He kept it there, just swirling it around, and she moaned in what seemed to him to be some kind of approval. He slid it in, and kept it there while he licked her clitoris, sucked on her until her hips were bucking against his face. She slid her pussy all up and down his face, finally putting her hands on his head and. When I was done, I stepped back a little and as my cock came out of her mouth, long strings of jizz stretched from her lips to my cock. Teresa looked up at me with nasty loving eyes. With her mouth full of sperm she puckered her lips and softly kissed the tip of my cock several times, then rubbed the tip of my cock over her lips like she was putting on lipstick smearing my jizz over her lips. Still in her tight white dress, tits hanging out the deep V cut, She put her arm under her tits holding. He was wearing the male uniform for the resort - a Hawaian shirt, shorts and sandals. She was wearing a brief bikini top which showed off her gorgeous breasts ("Fake!" according to my wife) and very short skirt which showed off her toned legs.Jaye was wearing her usual lightly padded bra under a knit beach cover up outfit consisting of a boat neck top with ¾ sleeves and an ankle length skirt. I was wearing the same as Paul.Wednesday Night - The Zebra Club, 1st nightThe club was a 10 minute walk.