Nice. Warm. Firm. When she doesn’t move, I slide my hand over her bum and down to her bare thigh – her frock is deliciously short! Such smooth ski...! I want to take her home with me or at least to the hotel.The bus jolts once again and I use the opportunity to jam myself in front of the fat woman so I am right up against the hottie. Now I can touch anywhere. The girl’s hand barely holds on to the overhead rail and her other hand is occupied with her briefcase.I breathe on her bare back and. " Yes sir I understand….Oh GAHHH!!!!” she says as he pounds her like a flesh-light. “I am sorry. I will do better – AHHH!!!!." She quickly responds. This man is driving her absolutely fucking crazy. Stacey Putnam has totally melted."Good” I tell her. “Now as I fuck you I want you rubbing your clit until you cum. I want to feel that pussy orgasming on my dick as I fuck you."She smiles, and I now know I have Professor Stacey Putnam, PHD, right where I want her. I resume fucking her and her hand. She was so out of character as she rode in the taxi the cabbie didn’t even seem to have a glimmer of recognition. Dressed as she was, she looked a bit more like Jessica Swan than JJ Vaughn, but if he knew who she was, he didn’t say a word to the quiet woman passenger. Her destination came into view and her past came welling up to the surface. She could handle today and maybe even tomorrow — but sooner or later, it had to come to an end. She got out of the taxi, offered the cabbie a tip, which. This time she stopped. Told me, will go home. We took a taxi. Even in the taxi, my hand was around her shoulder while she was sleeping like a baby on my chest. Meanwhile, I was thinking of not to take any advantage of her tonight.We reached home. As I enter the home. She hugged me from the back. Even though I needed it badly, I controlled. Stopped her, told her that I don’t want to take advantage of a drunken girl. She said, she is in her conscious, she knows what she is doing. I asked, are you.