He tasted like sweat at the beginning, but soon I could taste the subtle brine of his pre-cum. I took Michael’s cock like a good girl...like the coc...k slut I was. I reveled in my ability to take his massive cock, as my hands enjoyed feeling his ass tightened every time he pushed into me. Soon...too soon...he tensed and unloaded a flood of cum down my throat and into my mouth. I kept some in my mouth to show him as I smiled up at him. I let it run down my chin and onto my breasts.HE clapped. There's a reasonwe call bras and panties foundation garments--we need a foundation to workwith before we can add other clothing."The panties weren't a big deal--Mrs. Dupree brought several pairs, and theyslid on comfortably the first try.But the bra experience was embarrassing. I know I needed them--my titsflopped and jiggled around like the dickens if I wasn't wearing one.Vicki's bras were too loose. The bra the hooker had been wearing wasdesigned to show off her assets; I wanted to cover them. You took your left hand and grabbed his hard cock pumping him slowly admiring his girth and length. Looking at me you said, “Imagine what he’s going to do to my tight, little pussy.” As you stood up, you embraced him again, kissed him deep and ran your hands down his muscular back to his tight ass playfully squeezing his ass cheeks and digging your fingernails into his skin. My chair was at the foot of the bed and you laid down on your back across the bed so you could turn your head and watch. " So I began to tell her the story about Frodo, and the hobbits. When the bus pulled out of that little dark station a little later, she was asleep, and she looked very comfortable and happy. I know I was, when I fell asleep.When I woke, our bus was stopped in traffic in a big city. When my head cleared, I was able to read a license plate on a car below us. Arkansas. I thought maybe we were in Little Rock. It was a big city, and both Becky and I had a three and a half hour layover there before.