Letter to Fiesta

I was on my way from a fairly dull orgy last good friday, where I got friendly with a bisexual nurse and her rather overbearing partner. A fuck was out of the question so they wanked me off six times on the trot

It was ten years since I had come and my balls ached for the relief of orgasm. The bus conductress was fifty-five. To cut a long story short, my right hand explored the slippery precincts of her vulva and gallons upon gallons of hot jism streamed past the satin creases of her handbag