Love you." I love you too, Jeannie, Good Night," he said as he ended the call.The limo door opened and our cute blonde driver offered Jeannie her hand...as she stepped out of the car. I was surprised but also pleased when the driver moved Jeannie"s hand to her lips and after a long slow sniff, placed a long kiss on her fingers which were still wet from her pussy. Next she helped me from the car including a similar kiss on my hand as well. "You and Uncle John are a very lucky couple," she said. The coat fell open when she was climbing the stairs to the top deck of the double-decker bus and she was rewarded with a wolf-whistle from a brazen youth. An old biddy with hair curlers under her headscarf gave the youth a scornful look and followed up with a withering stare at Mary.“Shouldn’t be allowed,” she sniffed looking Mary up and down disapprovingly and then went back to her knitting.At least Mary did get offered a seat by a middle-aged man in a suit and trilby who spent the whole bus. She told me her house was a little bit further.She took her wallet out to give me money for taking her home as we pulled up and I told her no. She insisted that I take her money. I put my hand on her leg and told her I'll take something else instead. I slowly moved my hand up her skirt. She was hesitant at first, starting to say no, but as I slipped my fingers passed her panties and into her, she became speechless. She was so tight, so moist. I unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her over into my. I licked Micheline’s pussy from behind, which meant my nose was almost in her arsehole. I pushed forwards so that it was really in there and I smelled her wondrous aroma. She leaned forward a little and I got my tongue in there, in this woman’s crack, and I licked her with delight. She moaned her agreement and shivered slightly, then began to mutter in a language that was not real French – maybe the island creole.What she was saying needed no translation. She was saying yes, lick my arse, I’ve.