"I swear, one of these days that bus is gonna take right on off without you." Antoine grabbed his backpack and duffel bag and gave his mom a peck on the cheek. "Cya mom." "Have fun, you hear?" she waved as he stepped outside the door. The bus stop was opposite the street their house stood in. As usual, Antoine sat alone in the bus. He'd gotten used to it at this point, though it still stung watching people stand on the cramped bus floor rather than sit next to him. Although they tried their best to hide it, Antoine still caught them occasionally glancing at him with distaste. He could smell a whiff of the deodorant he'd sprayed on himself that morning. Had he used enough? Lately he was getting paranoid that there was something wrong with him, something he was overlooking; maybe his clothes or the way he spoke. But deep down he knew what the real problem was; and no amount of deodorant or brand clothing could fix that. He pulled his jacket up and snuggled up against the window. Once he was at school, Antoine opened his locker and stashed away his backpack. When he closed the locker door, he found Katie staring at him. "Heeey Ant!" she said with her customary enthusiasm. "Hey Katie," Antoine responded demurely. Katie had her blonde hair up in her usual ponytail, with a few stray strands falling down her forehead. He felt oddly ashamed looking at her. Every time he looked at her, he saw Suzy bobbing her head on his dick. Katie didn't indian seem to notice anything was wrong, though. "Ant, I want you to meet my friend. “Mmm, it was,” she said, her hand around my waist slipping up my dress. Once the brunette had calmed down again, James reinserted himself into her intoxicating depths and began thrusting. Frank smiled and gestured to the book in her hands, “Read it yourself and find out. Her talking Spanish to me would have made me cum instantly. "What have I told you about trying to seduce straight girls?" And then, the bidding started. I had to fight against my imagination for a while, but I eventually drifted off to sleep. He hadn’t showered yet. My husband, Ed, is thin also, and very tall, six-two. ‘membership’ fee. I watched as the two girls writhed and spasmed against one another, each indian triggering a reaction from the other as they convulsed. The feeling of his skin on hers sent tendrils of fire up her thigh where they met the growing flames in her stomach. "NOW OPEN YOUR LEGS", he directed her. Perhaps she wasn’t over being sick and went back to sleep.