You got a right fuckable wife there." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a business card and handed it to me. " If you ever want to have some ...ore fun, give me a ring. I make house calls." My cowering wife stared in shock as I reached over to take the card. "Thanks man" I said. "Maybe I will." She watched in total disbelief as I tucked the card into the pocket of my suit jacket. Then she just broke down crying and sobbing and tried to sink so low into the seat that I'm sure she. When we made our rest stop I went into the cafe and got myself a coffee, and some soup. When I tried to pay I only had my debt, but theirs was down, the older man from the bus was behind me and offered to pay for my meal. I thanked him and he told me I was more than welcome.We boarded the bus just after the sun had set. It was dark on the bus. I put in my ear buds for a while and tuned out. After an hour the coffee hit me and I used the bathroom, as I exited the older man turned to me and said. You like it so much and you start to bite and I scream. With one hand, you hold my tiny hands while the other was playing with my tities then later goes under my skirt to play with my clit again. While you were sucking on my tits, your finger starts to finger my pussy which caused me to cum a lot. I was not amused because I didn’t want this to happen, but you are having fun. You put your entire body on me so I wouldn’t run. You removed my skirt and you start to remove your clothing except your. So then, I began to wonder, who was my actual father? How did I come to have a blond, green-eyed, pale skinned mother, on the one hand, when MY skin color was decidedly not pale? I eventually began to ask questions about this.Before I go on, I have to say that I love my mother, and I also love the man I grew up initially assuming was my father. But the older I got, the more I wondered about the disparity of skin coloring between myself and them. How did this come about? I wanted to know, and.