After we’d got a seat and the bus blowjob was moving I realised that I’d enjoyed the excitement and that my pussy was wet and tingling. When I told Jon he said, “I’m sure that I can arrange for it to happen again.” He then told me that he’d grabbed a bit of the sarong and held it against one of the seat backs so that as I moved back along the bus I just walked straight out of it. He told me to try it as we got onto the next bus. I did, and it worked. I was left naked on a bus in the middle of Ibiza Town with quite a few people looking at me. This time the excitement was greater than the embarrassment and I could really feel my juices. On the beach I discussed this with Jon and we decided that I should do it more often. See what reactions I can get from people. We spent another quiet day on the beach with not a lot happening. I’m sure that the people walking up and down the beach stared at me a lot longer because of my lack of sperm pubic hair, pussy lips rings and chain. The man who came to collect the money for the hire of the sun loungers seemed to ‘hover’ at the bottom of my sun lounger for quite a while as well. At one point we both went for a long naked (apart from shoes) walk in the dunes and pine trees that are behind the beach. I’ve got to the stage where the chain doesn’t get me excited unless I’m already thinking about sex. As we waiting for the bus to go back to Ibiza Town we both sat on the step outside the café eating an ice cream. Anyone who looked would have been able to see both my pussy and Jon’s dick and balls, though we never saw anyone staring at us. We had to stand up on that bus because of the jizz number of people on it and at one point my sarong came un-done and started to fall down on its own. I let it get down to my waist before handjob pulling it back up. The bus to San Antonio was better; I did what Jon suggested and down went the sarong onto the floor. Two hunks of men looked at me but when one of them started talking to the other one I decided that my efforts had been wasted, they sounded as if they were gay. On the walk through San Antonio back to the hotel I decided to try it again when a group of English youths were walking towards us. I ‘caught’ the sarong on the side of a van and down it went when I was right in front of them. What a cheer I got. It was great. I didn’t rush to pick-up the sarong and even bent over at the waist to pick it up. What a wonderful feeling. While we were in a shop getting cum some more water Jon accidentally (yes it was!) dropped his wallet and squatted down to pick it up. Son I will prepare tea.. She whimpered, her breasts shaking. I loved the sound my pumps made on the pavement. They saw several salmon swim up the stream. If that's true and you weren't trying to kill me..." It was pointless arguing with Ryan; he always gets his way so I looked round to make sure that no one else could see us then handjob stepped out of my skirt. being sucked on. I remember doggy style, he on the top. “Master!” Zanyia howled behind me, flesh slapping flesh. In the same baggy style that Jon wanted, they had sperm cheesecloth and cotton ones and ones that nearly came down to jizz my knees and ones that were so short that they were really just long tops. But Rogue cum was really relishing eating her in this position. Not a move or a sound came from her prisoner. We’re done with the suitcase now, okay? in about 10 minutes . . . “Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her hips shifting, sliding her asshole up my shaft. "I will make breakfast"I said telling her to go take a shower, sliding a finger into her wet hole. I couldn’t find the tears, blowjob and besides it would have messed up my makeup and Susan would have been mad at me. I had a lot of dark and depraved ideas of what I wanted to do to a black boy. I began to gag and choke as he continued the violent throat fucking. “I’ll make sure to punish you later.” As Cathy begged for the cock at the entrance to her inflamed cunt to be pushed inside her, Jeff clipped the end of a bungee cord to the ring of her clit shield.