The first hit her across her nose and mouth, the second on her tits the third with less pressure on the chair she was sitting on.Her eyes shot open an...d she glared at me. “I didn’t say you could do THAT,” she said angrily.I smiled and said that she had not said I couldn’t do it either.Her lips pressed together in frustration but I saw her tongue flick out to taste my spunk that was now dripping down her face.She looked down at her tits and the chair. “Look at the mess” she said.I picked up my. She's sweating. I can almost smell her fear.Continuing to caress her left breast as we approach our stop, I suddenly realize it’s the wrong stop. My hotel is actually much further. I guess we’ll enjoy our ride for another few minutes. At this point I realize I don’t need to hold on to the bus anymore – my sweet honey is holding on so I can put both my hands to work feeling her sweet young body.Holding her petite breast with my left hand, her hard nipple clenched tight between my thumb and. He covered it by gripping the pitcher a little harder.Raising her pilsner glass in a mock salute, Melinda said, "To good friends!" Jason tapped the edge of her glass and agreed. "Listen", Melinda said, "I don't normally go out drinking with a man I've only met at work today. I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea about me." Again she tilted her head seeking his reaction."Well, Ma'am," he once again said in his mock Southern twang, "Just what ideas would those be?" It was his turn to see her. “Suck this dick,” he commanded. “Yeah…”“You like that?”“Mmm, hell yeah…” Shawn said.Desiree’s tongue drifted down to the underside of Shawn’s penis that was ready to explode. Then her tongue (and her hands) drifted to his testicles. She played with them. He let out a moan as a reaction. She gently suckled both of them as she jerked him off. Her tongue danced at the bottom of his testicles, then moved up seamlessly as a grip stayed on his penis.“Spit on it. Spit on my dick,” Shawn commanded..