. yes!” Jordan groaned as he felt another powerful thrust of that dildo up his butt.“Meaning that you like it, but you hate that you like it, am I... right? It’s humiliating, but exciting to watch Tamara get her ashes hauled like that, especially while your own tush is being taken so brutally, am I right? Answer me, pussy boi!” Wendy demanded as she drove deeper up his manhole.“Yes ... you’re right!” Jordan grudgingly confessed, biting his lower lip as he felt more of that dildo shoving itself up. The engine started and the minibus rolled out the driveway. It was an hour into the bus trip. The confinement of six bodies into a small space had led to a bus load of sweaty students. Lauren was sweating around her breasts, and Ian could see her nipples through her white blouse. Ian had his bag on his lap to discreetly hide his stiff cock. Is she even wearing a bra? wondered Ian, watching Lauren’s tits stretch the fabric of her top. He hadn’t much experience with girls, in fact he was still a. She was extremely naive and, to me, would not know much at all, and likely be a dead fish.Jan rang 2 weeks later, thanked me for the pictures and had sent them on to the guy.He loved them and in turn had shown other guys that frequented their chat room.I asked how she felt about that."Oh I didn't mind, they were good pictures and now I have several of the men in the room being very nice and friendly"We both laughed." Well you will get their attention, maybe even a boyfriend out of it" "Nah I. None of the peaches are ready yet. The pickings won't start for at least another week and anyway we are not ready yet to take any migrants into the shelters." The man at the doorway did not set a posture of respectful courtesy. With his left arm stretched up, he was leaning against the portico, a mature patch of long dark whispy pit hair made all the more visible for being frizzed by the day's humidity. Boldly, he ogled the young woman with unconcealed desire and inappropriate assumptions.