But I did it again; I told him everything was fine to me…Suddenly he closed his lap top and put away inside the pocket of the seat in front of him. ...Then he folded his arms across his chest. His right hand was under his left arm, leaning toward me; he ran his fingers on the side of my tits.I turned slightly to give him a better feel, barely letting him reach my hard nipple.The blanket was covering me from my shoulders to my waist; I moved my hand, making sure to keep it covered, to the top of. She let out a deep moan and grabbed on to my hair, pulling me into her pussy. I found that she was already soaking wet when I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and she tasted so sweet. I pressed forward and drove my tongue into her love hole and she answered by rocking her pelvis up into my face and I new she was close to the sexual climax that her body wants so much. Then I found her clit at the top of her pussy, it was standing erect even though not very prominent it was standing proud and. He had strong broad shoulders, lean hips, a tight ass, and large hands.My thoughts would stray as I looked at his hands. Was it true that largehands meant a large dick?His skin was the color of a creamy caramel latte. Everyday I thoughtabout how I loved whipped cream with my latte, and how I would enjoylicking that whipped cream off his rock hard stomach. The thought almostbrought my tongue out to seductively lick my lips, but I always stoppedmyself, afraid of what others on the bus would think. It's not that this whole Furthurmore thing isn't working — it did work. But things are changing, and I'm changing, and it's time to do something different."I could feel a knot of tension in my belly as he spoke. I liked my life, and I wasn't sure I wanted to do something different."Moira — can I tell you what's in my heart, what I really desire, without you freaking out?" He didn't wait for my answer. "I want us, you and me, together for always. And I want us to have a family. I want to marry.