My uniform is shirt and shorts. I never wear underwear. So i just wear my school shorts and shirt. I go to school in public transport. Public bus alwa...s full of people in morning times. One day I was standing inside a very full bus. I saw a man get up from a seat so I quickly took that seat. Next to me was a 50-55 years old man.He gave me a smile. I smile back to him. I put my bag on my lap. After sometime i feel a hand on my thigh. I got a shock but i was quite. The hand moved after sometime. Walking the long route to class just to pass by his room, then dropping something by his door so they can bend down in front of him.He’s the coach that the female teachers fantasize about. The one that they change their schedules for, plan their lunches around, find excuses to email and chat up in the hallways. The one they think about when they touch themselves at night, the one whose name they call out as they fuck themselves with silicone cocks.That coach.What no one else knows is that he’s. I asked her to turn her back towards me and to put her hands on her hips with her head turned to face me. This went well, so I decided to ask Mum to bend from the waist as if she were fastening her shoes. Surprisingly, to me, she did so. I bent down low so as to make her legs look even longer and in so doing I got a great shot that included Mum's thong covered ass. For the last few pictures I asked Mum to use the couch. She crossed her legs for me both ways and even agreed to lie down with one. Trying not to look at his body. I’m not a slut. I don’t usually hang out in the basement with men old enough to be my father. In fact, I’m actually a virgin. How I ended up in the basement wasn’t by choice. I was kinda stuck at their house and the party moved into the basement. I simply followed. The evening wore on and slowly, slowly, people left. Now it was just Rochelle’s (the Nastassja look alike) father and I. “Here, have another glass,” her father said and poured more wine into my empty.