As she went past my seat towards the back of the bus, she glanced left at me; first into my eyes, then down at my shrinking cock. Everything about Carol, we loved. Dave Horse’s Cock, full of lust and bravado told the two curious spectators again to get out of the way; he wanted to dedicate his sperm to Carol, even if she didn’t know she was going to get it. Meanwhile, Carol turned towards Jim the Miler, previously hugging the coach window and now leaning forward, having had the best view of all of us of the gift just bestowed upon lucky Dave by our lovely high jump coach. “Wouldn’t mind rubbing mine up against that lovely bum either, he said grinning lasciviously”
So it went on. Carol didn’t let go; all the time watching her handy work, she continued to pump and squeeze the head of Dave’s penis until the white stuff stopped coming and Dave sank back onto his backside.
