I continue watching this gorgeous woman, my mouth becoming dry as she begins to move her hand downwards, over her now erect nipples, onto her belly, a...d down over her pubic area. Not stopping there, her hand continues to her inner thigh where she begins a slow rhythmic massage. Her fingers inching ever closer to her worm pussy. My cock bouncing desperately under my night jacket wanting to be free and most of all wanting to be stroked. I reach down and gives my balls a light massage try to. Well the conversation turned to sex, I honestly cant remember if it was me that led it that way or her but I do remember being so turned on that I took my cock out and began stroking it under the kitchen table, Gladys couldnt see this as she was sat opposite me , the bl**d was pounding in my ears as I talked and I found myself telling her about everything I fantasised about, she must have been interested as she kept asking questions and I finally asked her outright if she would have sex with. Without thinking to much about it I walk to the back of the bus and sat across from him in the open seat. Once I sat down he slid over to my seat and immediately asked "is everything alright?" I paused and said yeah... He could tell I had a lot on my mind so he asked again what's wrong? Is is because of yesterday? I avoided answering him but he was persistent. I gave him and stern look and said "I don't want to talk about it here". We were in a public bus after all and there were people all. Open wide and stick out your tongue!” Without waiting for me to comply or complain, she dropped her dripping snatch on my mouth, rubbing her clit on my nose and the only option I had was lick the salty thick concoction out of her steamy core! I have tasted my own cum, like about every man has, but after the initial shock of what it was I was being forced to do, I actually began enjoying running my tongue around the inner depths of the older black woman and feeling her groaning responses to.