You must be Alan.” We shook hands.“Good morning, Mark. Welcome to the Castle Mount Hotel.” As the barman approached our table Alan asked: “Wha... can I get you to drink?”I shrugged. “A glass of the house white would be fine.”Ignoring my suggestion, my new friend told the barman: “Let’s have two of your Mojito cocktails, Sam.”“Certainly, sir.”Alan nodded at the departing barman. "Good man, that: ex-army. RSM in the Sappers I believe. Find us ok?”“No problem.”“How long can you stay today?”“Wifey is. A few days later, I found myself stood next to where she was seated. She was reading some brochure or other held in one hand, the other hand holding the side of the seat in front, steadying herself.A rather large guy wanted to squeeze past me, so I inched forward a little but still, he pushed me further; the bus was, as usual, packed. Suddenly, I became aware that the front of my skirt was pressed against the knuckles of her hand. My natural reaction was to try and move back but I found that I. All the while that I was protesting, I was wanting to do it. My desires shamed me and they made me blush.Robert gently tugged on the hand that he was holding. It was a gentle tug, but on my high heels, it was just enough of a tug to pull me off balance. I fell. I fell towards him. I gasped as I fell.Robert grinned, and he caught me. He caught me by tightly grasping my waist. As he did so, he sort of lifted me and turned me, so that by the time I came to rest, my bum was firmly planted on his. He’s not bloody stupid…… he will realise…. its spunk…. not my fanny juices” she replied in short breaths “ I don’t give a fuck. I want you to do it…do it for me will you Claire….will you do it” his thrusts continued without dropping pace“Nooooooooooo”“Slut, Do it….do it…make him eat you out and taste my spunk”“ I can’t”“Do it slut” He again increased his tempo further and was really going at her I could see her pussy was foaming while each thrust entered her.“Do it” again he asked“Okay, okay I.