“Can you believe this idiot?”, a man was saying to his companions who were sitting with him in their booth. Despite herself, she found herself lis...tening to their conversation, just because he was too loud to ignore, really.One of his companions replied, his tone equally boisterous, “Yeah. Right? The Bounty Hunter? I bet you this new system has addled with at least some people’s brains. There’s no other explanation for most of the bizarre things happening around here.”The only lady sitting with. . please let me try...?”My cock was quite big, even massive, considering her extremely tiny size. It looked like it was even maybe an inch or so longer than normal somehow, and I was normally over 7 inches long. The problem was, I wasn’t a fan of the extreme downward angle I would have to sustain while she was kneeling. Fuck this. “Stand up.” She stood up and kept her hands behind her head. Get closer but don’t touch me yet. She could only get within 9” of me since my cock was pointed straight. They had been together for four years and Mandy thought her ex was her soulmate and they would be together forever. She has been devastated for six months since the break up. Sean and Mandy talked for at least thirty minutes while the engine warmed and heated the inside of the car. He was saying all the right things to Mandy to try to get her to understand that she is beautiful inside and out and any guy would be lucky to have her as a girlfriend. It seemed that anything Sean would say Mandy. A very respectable older gentleman. He sat down in the seat next to me and I learned his name was Earl and he was headed to Manchester to visit with some old friends from university. He had a kind smile and he was a little bit cheeky. He started asking me how I did I like English women. We started speaking in hushed tones because although there weren't any other passengers around us, there was a church group of older ladies sitting together at the front of the coach. Because of his forthright.