That's when I saw her. The most beautiful East Indian woman at the back of the bus. I stood behind her. The bus driver announced, "This is it folks. ...o more stops, next stop is Manhattan." As the bus jerked forward, the woman fell on my chest. I held her gently while touching her butt. She was about 42 years, 5'3", slim, fair, medium hair. She was wearing a light brown dress with polka dots and tall brown boots. "Sorry," she whispered. "No problem," I said. It took a long time to get to the. He kissed Joan and winked at Ben who just smiled. Joan slipped passed him. She needed to use the bathroom. Jim noticed the money missing from the table as she closed the door. The shower started soon after. The realization of fucking for money was setting in upon Joan. She felt dirty? and need to wash off. The warm water felt good, though thoughts of Jim selling her to clients became more disturbing as she soaped up. He had a habit of doing things? and she had little doubt that. I never try to talk a girl out of her pussy. I like for her to offer it to me.”“Now we’re talking about you wanting some of my pussy?”“Well, you brought it up about me getting into your pants, what do you think that means?”“I guess you’re right. Anyway, tell me about your girlfriend. Does she like to swim naked too - is she jealous - is she beautiful?”“Two out of three are yes.”“So, she’s jealous?”“No.”“I would be.”“You’ll have to meet her - will you be home tonight and all day tomorrow?”“Yes,. In a few seconds, I saw his huge dick. He had a clean shaved nice dick. I started to suck it with passion. I really enjoy it.He finished very fast on my lips...I get to the bathroom to clean my face and when was back he stayed relaxed on the sofa watching TV.We drank again some wine but I wanted a real sex so I started to play with his dick. He let me do what I wanted.I take off my panties and stay near him in my sexy dress. I asked him if he has body oil, he found some and gave it to me. I.