I can’t remember the complete conversation, but it went something like what follows;“It’s good to see that you two are back together,” I said,... “He was hitting way over his weight when he met you.”Layton blushed and said “Not so sure about that, but wow is that ever nice. Actually these days with his studies, he barely has time for anything, much less me, and to tell the truth, I’m not sure if I can really afford to stay in school…so really , we’re just not sure about a lot.”“Damn that’s a. While this conversation was going on I was just sitting on the tree root with my cock pointing straight at them. I would make it jump up and down every so often. It was strange; it was like they were talking to my cock and not me. Whenever I made it jump they would stop talking and stare at it as if waiting for my cock to do something else.After exposing my cock and asshole for five or so minutes I told them, “Girls, I can’t wait any longer, I have to take a crap.” “M” said, “Ok”, giggled, and. My hand was looking so small on them. My left hand now slided along her navel. She now leaned back touching my cock with her buttocks. The jerk in the bus added to the excitement. I took my right hand and started to place it on their thigh feeling them and pulling her towards me. She responded. Then i slid my left hand to touch her boobs. They were so soft. She looked at me again asking me to stop. But i could not have. I grabbed her both boobs with my left hand. They didn’t get into my left. “You did your tongue exercises while you were in America?” she asked me as we got undressed.“Yes.” I said, thinking of the time I’d spent between Irene’s spread thighs, making her come repeatedly.“Good boy.” She said approvingly as she stepped into the hot water. “This year we go further. I make you into a champion.”Irene was a spoiled rich beauty. She told me I’d fucked her like she’d never been fucked. I made her come so hard, so many times ... and it was only because of the lessons with.