I’m still inside her, but growing limp. While he records, I slowly pull out of the woman. With my penis not blocking the cum, gravity allows the cum...to rush out of the woman. It leaks out of her pussy falling to the floor."I love the mixed smell of cum and pussy," she tells John and me.I get the energy to crawl onto the seat next to the woman. My pants to my ankles and the woman nude, we sit together holding hands.“Watch this,” she says looking at me. “John, clean us up,” she orders her. "I love you too," she pushed me away. "Have fun in school." I will!" And use condoms!" Nag!" I laughed, closing the door behind me and I really did have to run for my bus.I took a different seat on the bus, just to see what would happen. I found a bench seat facing forward, the way they usually do, towards the back where the bus was still empty. I lived near the beginning of the route which was why I always got the same seat and by the time the bus got downtown half an hour later it would be. Musky. She'd lubricated in these panties. Had she masturbated while she was wearing them? Did some boy have his hand inside these panties? Her sex smell was like catnip to his cock. He put them to his mouth and licked at the crotch, then dropped them back into the hamper. He rubbed the bulge in his pants.He went to her dresser and opened what he knew was her underwear drawer. His daughter's underwear. He couldn't help himself. He opened it and surveyed the contents. Bras and panties. He'd. "Pity its too public for a blow job!" I said. He looked shocked for the first time, and not in control for the first time that day."You wouldn't would you?" he said throatily, "I've been thinking about this moment for months." I continued to stroke him gently through the thin material of his pants. "That's for me to know, and you to wonder," I said, smiling and gently stroking him. He asked for the bill. We left the pub, me with my denim jacket falling open, not holding hands but clearly.