Anyway, I entered the bus at 4 pm and the journey began.The bus stopped about an hour later at some random place I didn’t care about. That’s when ... saw her. She entered the bus alone. She was wearing tight jeans and tees but had a shrug to cover herself. Still, her cleavage was well visible and it went quite deep. She was about 5’6” and was very curvy. Taking a guess, I think she might be 38-30-36.She had long hair that was wavy and moved so smoothly as she walked. Her eyes were big and her. With a look of pure joy on her lovely face she held up the book in her little hands and I smiled. She held a rare copy of Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie by Longfellow that I’d found on a serendipitous trip to a bookstore on Dauphine Street. I knew that her father, a teacher of Literature, had named her after the heroine of the epic poem and she in turn had taken my name from the same work. “I love Longfellow,” she said curling up in an over stuffed arm chair that threatened to swallow her small. My thighs tremble, my balls tingle, my stomach tenses, and my hips thrust forward and back a few times fucking my steely cock through my clenched fist. My vision narrows and all I can see is my beautiful Talia in her exquisite nakedness offering me the perfect cum target. I thrust my hips forward one last time and hold my quivering prick at its root. It strains and throbs and swells as if to burst. And as the first bolt of semen surges up my shaft, I breathe an open-throated groan of joyous. Lisa was feeling good because she had overcome the urge to slap or even scream at her husband. God knows she wanted to. She didn’t even cringe when they first hugged. Nope. She was going to be smart about this and play things nice and slow.Even later, when her husband was grunting away on top of her, she kept it cool. Five minutes later, with her husband snoring loudly, she found herself staring up at the ceiling, feeling completely unsatisfied. When did this become her life?Lisa had always.