A few guys and girls were also on their stop. He kept examining the girls standing there. One had great breasts but her face was hideous, another had ...bsolutely no figure. This went on, he would look and evaluate which of the girls was hotter and worth fucking. Finally the bus came and picked them all up. He took his normal seat in the middle of the bus while his sisters went to the back to be with their witch’s coven and plot how to make brad’s life miserable. But today nothing they were. He was security and comfort to her, a sense of belonging and certainty of what the next day would bring her, and she often snuggled up with him when given the chance, had felt his hard cock rest between her cheeks.She had taken a while to deal with many of the issues from her abuse by her older brother, Clayton, and was still coping in some ways, but she had accepted (with help from the Confederacy's sleep therapy) that sex wasn't dirty, nasty, or inherently harmful to her. Tricia now knew that. Helen looked upset and kept trying to look away, but the gardener would reach up from her thigh and grab her by her chin, yanking her face so that she had to look. Tears streaked down her porcelain cheeks, and I could see that she was quivering in fear. She looked fragile, vulnerable and afraid- I felt my cock begin to stir inside my pants at the sight of her there, helpless and overpowered.The gardener then stood and positioned himself in front of Helen. She turned her face away a few times in. Todd was after all my high-school sweetheart and never slept with anyone else. I knocked on the door while other cars were pulling up and was greeted by a nice lady who seemed to be in around her 50’s but looked not a day older than 30, very classy and somehow very smart looking. She was dressed in a nightgown coupled with high-heels with her dark stockings strapped to her underwear. She french-kissed me before even inviting me in and I chuckled as she was 100 times better than Todd ever was at.