The creamy come juice burst out of his piss hole, burning into her throat. Lisa gulped wetly, sucking furiously. His balls writhed against her cheek as he squirted time and again, rapidly. The spasms of his cock against her lips and tongue created an intense rapture not only in Lisa's body, but in her mind as well. Again and again Tod came, splashing his come juice into her mouth. Lisa thrilled to the taste of it.

The bus struck, a bump in the road, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. But she didn't mind. She loved that extra lurch, forcing the final gush of his come juice in her mouth. After the final drop came from his cock, Lisa clung to his prick for a while longer, mouthing him.

Smoothing her skirt once more she slipped back into her seat. Dawn was lighting the sky and she could now see the outer limits of the small city – her destination.

Home, home after three months' absence.

She wondered if Ginger and Toby would be waiting for her. She felt a thrill inside her stomach, a thrill of anticipation. But she was sad, too.

The telegram that reached her in the motel had been completely unexpected. Her husband had been killed in an auto accident and her children were alone. She was needed immediately so she caught the next bus home. She was sad over the death of her husband. He had not been a mean man, it was just his puritan way of living that had caused all their trouble.

But now her children needed her. She had missed them desperately those three months, but they would not have fit into her new life-style. They would have hampered her actions, leaving Lisa just as frustrated as she had been at home.

But now she knew she would have to try and suppress those hungers. The only thing that mattered now was Ginger and Toby.

The bus pulled into the station just as the sun came up. Lisa pulled her one suitcase from the overhead rack and started down the aisle.