“Get in, girl!” the bus driver yells. Frank is a very heavy man with a mean, gruff voice to match his attitude. I swear he hates kids and yet here...he sits. Forcing myself onto the bus, I slowly walk down the aisle. I look at the kids and immediately notice the indifferent, demeaning glances and the whispers. Then the dreaded comment breaks the silence. “Trying to live down that airhead, blondie?” somebody calls. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Now comments and laughs are coming from all. Our lips were locked, he was the best kisser I've ever had. Our breathing was getting heavier and I knew I wanted things to go further. I ripped off his shirt and ran my hands up and down his chiseled body. I could feel myself getting hard and judging by the bulge I could feel against my leg so was he. He started rubbing my bulge through my jeans. "Fuckkk yes," I moaned. And with that he took off his pants and I followed suite. Out of his boxers came a thick, hard cock, must be at least seven. “Look at her plate,” said Sam.They both looked down at my plate. I’d created a kind of floral pattern with the scraps of uneaten turkey and potato at the center of different flowers. Except it wasn’t finished. I panicked about them looking so closely at unfinished work and used a scrap of turkey to frantically wipe back and forth – erasing the pattern and leaving a mess of food scraps in its place.I think my reaction surprised both Sam and Leroy because they both reared back away from me and my. Their relatively well-off status meant they could afford a nanny for the k**s and still live a fairly carefree lifestyle. Despite all that the sex life was waning; the c***dren and careers had taken a toll on the bedroom. Richard was still happy enough but Cheryl wanted something different, she wasn't sure what - just different. They'd tried some three-way fun and it made a change but she wanted to go further.Richard hadn't noticed her buying some new bits and pieces recently and one night she.