She had been touching me constantly - holding my hand walking from the car to the restaurant, my arm about her waist waiting to be seated at our table..., sitting with our knees touching at the tiny intimate round table, and on the dance floor both of us using our bodies and hands liberally. Almost as if mother was using me for protection, afraid that our fun was only a dream.Don't mistake me - mother never intended what I was doing to her now - this is all my initiative, taking this to a place. Several thrusts followed, on cue, Amy whimpered for more.“Tell him, where do you want his gift?”“Please, come inside me.”His groan, a signal of excitement, he drove into her with purpose. My enticing massage encouraged his over-filled balls.Purring in his ear, “Do it darling, I want you to cum for me too.” His perineal muscles tightened. Amy yelped as the girth of his penis swelled towards climax. He lunged in desperation. Muscles bound tight, and these thrusts slapped against her behind.. Back in my day indeed.Luckily, she seemed to think I was just a fat, disgusting, middle aged old fart. So she wasn’t interested in hitting on me. I don’t know why she thought I was disgusting. She told me I smelled. I showered on the Three Rivers, however. She was most rude. It was, in general, a most unpleasant ride. I know being poor and being on a crowded Greyhound bus could make one cranky, but she was pushing it, quite frankly.About two hours into it, I told her to shut her mouth or I. The air left his lungs in a long, satisfied sigh.He pushed back, watching his limp worm of a prick slide out from between the girl's buns. At last it came free. A long trail of jism stretched between the tip of the prick and the slack, pink lips of Anne's pussy. It broke and slopped onto the carpet.Anne wriggled her whole body voluptuously. Then she stood up, smoothing the hem of her skirt over her bare buttocks. "All right," she said. "Time for phase two. Get the bitch off Martin's lap and tie.