.and I am 41!”“...and you´ll never take a lover on your own...you´ll need some-one who tells you what to do..”She gasped loudly. This awful ma... was surprisingly right!Then he opened the top button of her jeans. “...And I also think that it makes you even more horny, to be told what to do, bitch...”Still no protests from her. She took a swig of beer, her first on that afternoon, while Baz slowly pulled her zipper down. Her red lace panties became visible to him. She was looking at a point above. Didn’t speak to me or even looked at me. She sat watching a movie played in the bus. I was really excited about a beautiful girl sat next to me. I attempted conversation with her and introduced myself and she said she is a 4th year nursing graduate student.And we had a little chat about her studies. Around 9 30 pm bus stopped for supper most travelers got out and gone to hotel. I also gone out and to toilet for pee. I noticed her going to toilet and back to bus. I had supper and went back to. My flesh prickled as I felt his hand brush my thigh as he continued to travel further to his goal, his fingers deftly pulled the material of my panties to one side as he reached his target. He slipped his fingers into my wet folds stroking up and down my pussy.The messages coursing through me caused me to grasp his shoulder as my knees nearly buckled, I moaned quietly as he licked my ear kissing the side of my face telling me what a beautiful little fanny I had. Suddenly our little tryst was. "Don't joke about that, please? You know."I was confused. Had I missed something? What was I supposed to know? Afraid to ask, I just pulled her close. She melted into my arms and pressed myself tightly against me. I could feel our bodies fuse together, from hip to chest. There was nothing remotely sexual about it, just a warm closeness.Deciding she had cried enough for one day, Emily reluctantly pulled herself away from my embrace and wiped her eyes once more. "Okay, I'm through. Thank you,".