I ask him again, I say do you want to fuck me?he says hell yes.I get a condom out and put it on his hard cock and then i suck him some more.I get in ...ront of him in thedoggy position on the table and he turns me over on my back and says he wants to feel my legs as he fucks me. He takes my legs andspreads them wide, my 4 inch heels were dangling from my hosed feet in the air.He then finds my hole in my pantyhose and I feel the head of his cock against my asshole.His cock slides inside me and it. “Look under the table.”It was awkward because of his height but he managed and I hiked up my skirt. “No panties, either,” he laughed.“My turn,” I said and asked the same question“Trimmed.”“Have you ever met a drunk married white female and taken her home?”“Regularly when I was younger.”“Are you married?”“Divorced with one kid,” he said. ”But now it’s my turn. What would your husband say if he knew you were with me?”“Ah, well, we have a don't ask don't tell rule,” I said and explained our. I was a stick girl growing up and my family actually nicked named me stick.Skinny as I could be but I sure noticed my dad and brothers always looking at my ass. My mom caught my dad oggling it one time and slapped the heck out of him for doing that! My tits aren’t much to look at and sure weren’t then, being no more than bumps on my chest my nipples the more visible part of them. I was always tall for my age.We were poor,and so most of what I got was my brothers hand me down blue. I had read a lot about sexual adventures in bus happening with different people. That day it happened with me.I took a bus from janakpuri district centre for madhuban chowk around 8:30.The bus was crowded at that time quite a lot and everyone was standing pretty close. It takes more than 30 minutes from janakpuri to madhuban chowk. I was standing at the back of bus when I realized that someone was rubbing my hankerchief like it was a dick. I thought it was a thief n got relief that it was just.