He looked at me with those cold black eyes as he pushed me back onto the back seat of the number 26 southbound bus. Hiking up my skirt and pulling my ...panties to the side my bus driver started eating my pussy as is it were to be his last meal on earth. While I laid there having my pussy ravaged by a man whom I had never seen before that day the thought flashed through my mind, if he was this good of a pussy eater, then what must it is like to fuck him. I did not have to wait long to find out.. "We have all day," she cooed. "Now hurry up! Start with the wedding dayand then move through honeymoon week."I gathered the several bags together and sauntered toward Grace's bedroom.Next, I spread the several outfits out upon her bed.I took off my baby-doll and panties. Standing nude in Grace's bedroom, apair of voluptuous boobs hanging from my chest, I was suddenly struck by theirony of what I was about to do. Really, it seemed completely out of kilterwith the natural order of things in. We were so spent, she finally passed out moaning. It was 9pm now and I got dressed and waited for Trisha. She came in and kissed me very hot, then started smelling around. She smelled her mom’s perfume on me. She started smiling and said: “My mom gotcha, didn’t she.” Again, I said I want to plead the 5th on that question. She kissed me and said she didn’t mind sharing me this time, as she and I were both so tired from last night and her working late. Plus me fucking her mom. She said I better. Ingalls looked to be of similar age, perhaps a few years older but certainly no more than in her early thirties.Ms. Ingalls then addressed Ms. du Pont: "Lisa's bus is just pulling up – I'll go get her and we'll come back to you and GT."Suddenly worried that I was making a spectacle of myself and being an inconvenience to Ms. du Pont and her partner who were obviously at the bus terminal for someone else, I tried to mumble something about making myself scarce.Ms. du Pont would have none of it..