He was really groping me squeezing and rubbing my cheeks, flicking his finger over my little boy pussy making me squirm under his touch.He lowered me ...own and pulled his cock out of his shorts, it was in my mouth and pumping away like mad. It was only a couple of minutes before he filled my young eager mouth with his thick creamy cum.He then pulled out, wrapped me in his coat and walked me to the door, he picked up my house phone, dialled a number and said I have him, he is naked under my. In my mind I was just thinking how I should give her a green signal, right at that moment I saw her hand thumping my seat from backwards,I just got a hold of it and started caressing it and kissing it. For almost half an hour we continued holding each other’s hand and I continued to kiss it. After an hour or so bus stopped for 15 minutes where her mother got off her sleeper to make her way for loo. Right at that point of time I asked for her mobile number so that I can communicate to her in a. ’ ‘Why do I employ you?’ ‘Because I wear short skirts and I have big tits.’ ‘You’re a tart.’ ‘And you are a dirty old man.’ ‘You’re fired!’ ‘No I’m not. I was going to come in tomorrow wearing a really short skirt and a top I can fall out of if I’m not careful. So if you fire me you’ll never get to see that.’ ‘O.k. You’re not fired, you are a wonderful person the sight of who cheers me up every day and fosters my dirty old man thoughts about you. I need this deed of sale done quickly, so could. I wondered if I would feel welcome at the diner again. I wondered of the louts in the pickups would do more than just shout at me.Angry with myself, I showered and collected my notebooks and left to go bury myself at the library.By the time the sun was going down that night, I’d calmed down. I spent some of my scant cash on a bottle of gin and sat by the window in my kitchen nook, enjoying the soft summer evening air and letting the liquor suffuse me with a mellow buzz. Instead of dwelling on.