On the bus to Atlantic City. The bus was only half full. My girlfriend and I were sitting further back than everyone else. She placed her sweatshirt on my lap and reached under to give me a hand job. What made it particularly fun though, there was a middle age man sitting a row ahead of us on the other side of the aisle. I think the guy noticed the rhythmic movement and figured out what was going on. He kept glancing back at us. But he couldn't see anything because the sweatshirt was blocking his view. After a few minutes, my girlfriend recognized I was about to pop, so she pulled the sweatshirt out of the way, leaned her head in and finished me off with her mouth. The peeping guy saw this with a full view.
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