I ring the bell. Up the front of the bus feet shuffle as the elderly prepare themselves for the stop. It puts my nerves on edge. We grind to a halt. I...get up without looking back. I can sense the heat his body gives off as he follows me. The bus pulls away in a blast of hot air and brake noise. Highway sounds hide my confusion. Tim gestures for me to lead the way. I start walking. After only four paces, maybe five, he tugs on my arm and I lurch to a halt. I hadn't realized I was practically. On the third day it was around 11.30 in night our conversation started to change into sexy mood . She is the one who started by saying I had fought with my husband ..Me: why what’s the reason All of sudden I got reply likeHer: he never has sex with me …Wow my star was working now .i just repliedMe: I’m there why are you worryingHer: really , you like married womenMe: yesHer : send me your photo …We just exchanged our photo . She like me .me too liked herThen she gave her number immediately i. I could already feel my dick pulsing as my body started to fill with adrenaline in the heat of the moment. She led me all the way to the last stall in the bathroom and I followed willingly then locked the door behind us.Without hesitation she had her hands at my waist undoing my belt buckle then my zipper. She slowly slid her hands over the bulge in my shorts, feeling the rim of my dick with her pointy finger before she put her hands to my sides and pulled down my shorts and boxers in one. My new hairstylist, Sally, immediately started fussing atthe state of my hair. Apparently the all-in-one timesaver shampoo andconditioner I had been using up until this point was considered a crimeagainst humanity and just would not do. They got me sat down for a bit ofa wash, and soon I found myself in a stylist chair once more, this timewrapped in a haircut drape. Sally brought out the various hair extensionsthey had on hand that might be a close enough match for my sandy blondhair. She had a.