The bus driver then honked and it was an indicator that the bus will leave soon. Both of us walked into the bus holding hands like a couple and went t...o our seats, covered the curtains and started making out after the bus started. At first, we were making out slowly and then we increased the pace and were now wildly making out, tossing and turning even in the limited space we had.Then she sat on top of me and removed her tee. Two huge melons popped out and all I could do was stare at them. The. .. has met with an accident...” “Oh dear... how awful!” said Rosalie and Havers together. But secretly you could see they were pleased the news did not affect them. “A fatal accident,” continued Quentin. “In a friend’s automobile.” “Oh dear... oh dear...” they said again. Quentin sat down and Rosalie solicitously brought him a glass of brandy. He was putting on quite a show of grief but, actually, Glenda’s demise had left him fairly unperturbed. He had never pretended to be ‘in love’ with her.. But both Jen and I were wearing white silk blouses that were pretty transparent. And while she had on a lace demi-bra, I wasn’t wearing a bra at all. And both our dates kept staring at my tits.”Margaret smiled. “Jennifer must not have been too happy to have her boyfriend staring at her mother’s tits.”“Not even a little. So, between courses I dragged her to the crapper and had her take her bra off. Then I put on her bra, and we went back to dinner. My guy kept staring at my tits, but Bobby. I lifted her leg and she scooched her female parts in close to me, just above my penis -- they taught these women applied geometry, too, I noticed. So we did it side-by-side, while I gazed at her lovely face and I slowly felt the warmness spread as I eased into a slow orgasm, but still giving her a couple good spurts of semen. The drugs helped my production.I hugged her, dressed in the fresh clothes that had been left for me, kissed her goodbye, and went back to my private bedroom for the rest.