More new territory for me. Making it up as we went along. But it was undeniably doing something for me, too.She obeyed, wincing slightly. ‘It hurts,...�� she said.‘That’s how you like it,’ her husband told her. We stopped at traffic lights with a bus at our side. ‘Open your legs for him,’ said Mac. To me he added, ‘You’ll find she’s wet.’‘People on the bus can see us,’ Alice protested, not very convincingly.‘So enjoy it. Give ’em a show.’ She was still manipulating her nipples. ‘Put your hand up. .............................................. ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Well we ate supper and Bruce was continually complimenting me on all that I had cooked.In a way, he was just making me blush. Now as we finished and I got. I was a classic “good kid,” and they knew instinctively I could be counted on to keep my mouth shut. We had no friends in common, so I couldn’t ruin their reputations. If they subjected me to the occasional sexual experiment, who could I tell?Or whom.It was a cool Saturday afternoon in October. I had just finished my deliveries and was trolling back through my route, my empty canvas bag hanging from my shoulder, my payment book in my back pocket, collecting money from the few customers I had. It sounded so loud. My breath quickened while Tonya shifted beside me, making such a cute, mewling sound.The whisk of the robe sliding of Mrs. Alberts sounded so loud. I swallowed, the MILF baring herself, exposing those round breasts and that delicious body. I licked my lips, my mouth still lingering with the tart flavor of her pussy.She placed her knee on the bed, shifting her weight to it. The mattress springs creaked. She moved so slow, trying not to jostle her daughter awake. I shuddered.