Fragments of memory

Scene: Double-decker bus
Subjects: Teacher and his wife
Teacher is a very charismatic man, impeccably dressed, his hair always slick with frizz... He's truly a man of charisma, capable of making passersby swoon within ten steps. Quite charismatic, right? He's also a darling of the business world, his youthful arrogance leading him to venture into commerce, accumulating wealth that others could never achieve in several lifetimes. With money comes beautiful women, and Teacher's wife is an extremely charming woman... Her looks aren't outstanding, but her feminine allure radiates in every gesture... Beauty is fleeting, but charisma is eternal, at least in my humble opinion...
We met on a dating forum, perhaps it was fate, Teacher's wife's first love was eight or nine parts similar to mine... So I gained the privilege of occasionally tossing my hair, a privilege that made me feel very dashing at the time, after which Teacher would recite a mantra to thoroughly cleanse me from the outside in... He also uses special methods on me, holding candy in one hand and... "Take a stick... one hit and you're sweet for three days." How could a greenhorn like me resist such a method of forcing good people into prostitution? In short, I couldn't escape his grasp. Sigh! This bus story also comes from a sugar-filled incident...
To commend my devotion to my teacher's wife, I was given the unprecedented opportunity to plan a threesome in my imagination... Hehe, young people always have some fantasies. I've seen couples kissing on the bus before, and I was so envious... I had to cover my backpack in front of me when I got off, so without hesitation, I said, "Bus..." Uh! I saw my teacher across from me with his mouth slightly open, staring straight at me... like he'd seen Superman wearing shorts on the outside... He mumbled something... Anyway, I didn't hear it clearly, but my teacher's wife intervened and protected me... With my teacher's wife's intervention, the result was, of course, me shaking my head...
That day, the three of us went to the bus terminal... We caught the last bus and went up to the second floor separately. Above... the instructor and his friends sat in the very last row, and I sat in the row in front of them. The plan was to wait until the bus was halfway through the journey, and then, when the upper deck was empty, I would fire the first shot. But after only two stops, I seemed to be getting restless... my hands started to wander from the gap between the seat back and the seat to the back... My instructor's wife was wearing a short skirt today... stockings, my favorite, and for ease of movement, she wasn't wearing underwear... The third stop had barely started when I had already rebelled, joining their territory and sitting down next to my instructor's wife... I don't know why, but I was incredibly excited... I was so aroused, and my instructor's wife cleverly undressed me and took me into her mouth... her pert buttocks gave the instructor's one-finger technique room to work... After only a short while, the instructor switched to his signature move, the big head stick!! This wasn't his style... Just then... a young couple got on, casually sat in the first row, and... They glanced at us two grown men with curiosity... At that moment, my only feeling was nervousness and a desire to hide it... I thought they'd discovered something. But in hindsight, we were just two grown men making some suggestive gestures to tease each other. That self-deception made us genuinely stiff for a while... But once those two guys sat down, they entered a state of blissful detachment, one listening to music, the other playing a mobile game... They didn't treat us like human beings at all... Sigh, after a short adjustment, my friend and I took turns thrusting, one from behind, the other from above, as fast as two motors, making my friend moan softly... The rapid piston-like movements, around the fifth stop, led to us both ejaculating inside her... Without bothering to wipe ourselves, we scurried off the bus through the back stairwell... After getting off, my friend finally spat out my semen and straightened her short skirt that was hanging over her buttocks... Her first words were, "You two are supposed to be men?"... No response, no reaction... That's me and my friend!

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