His face was buried in her breasts while she tied the blindfold around his eyes, then she ground on his crotch before walking back to the front. Every... move was watched by us and the bus driver, who alternated between watching the road and her body bounce. He went over a bump hard and her breasts (most of the breasts on this bus actually) nearly flew out of their lace prisons.She steadied herself and addressed the girls side of the bus. "Okay girls, who wants to be the communicator?" No hands. “Where are you?” I heard Sam shout.Pat stopped sucking me and said, “We’re in the bedroom,” and then she started jacking me off.I was confused, Pat seemed to have invited Sam into the bedroom when we were about to have sex.“You two couldn’t wait, hey?” Sam said, standing at the door.She came in and got onto the bed the other side of me, opposite Pat.“Having fun?” Sam said, “Do you mind if I have a turn?”“Not at all,” Pat replied politely.Sam lowered herself and swallowed my shaft.“That’s it. That being said, are you ready to begin?" Where do we start?" She asked. "Right here."Quicker than she could blink, his lips were on hers in a flash, hot and ready, his tongue finding hers, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. She was having a bit of trouble thinking straight, but maybe that was just the last vestiges of alcohol in her system, trying to mess with her head. At any rate, he was a good kisser, and he got even better when he nibbled her lip, and then sucked on the tip of her. But it's still my choice and mine alone to make. I look one last time toward the other side of the emptiness for any signs of a third choice, but there is none. The edge on which my husband and friends once stood has receded from sight; the sounds of their voices now nothing more than distant echoes.This might be all a dream except for the fact I fear any awakening before it's complete will leave me lost in the limbo it has conjured. I grab hold of the ladder and slowly begin my ascent. Or is.