That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Actually, Amber, it’s true. I was smitten with you at the store and did hope for realsies that you’d c...ll me. I was afraid the age thing might be a turn off for you, but I’m so, so glad you called.”“Me too.” She smiled and didn’t say another word for about ten minutes. She just looked at me, off and on, while we ate. Like she was judging me on her five attributes, or sizing me up for a collar. I couldn’t tell, but it was one or the other. Or possibly. We shook hands, and sat down on the couch. I could see the bulge in his jeans, outlining a large, thick cock . He poured a couple of drinks, and we talked a little, I could tell he sensed my nervousness. It almost felt like a date. He moved close to me, leaned in and kissed me, his tongue moving around in my mouth like a cock. He felt more forceful than the other men I had met and I found the feelings of submissiveness, a huge turn-on.He reached down and unzipped his pants, and his cock. The heat of her hand made my blood boil, and I began to feel an erection building up.“Nisha, I hate to admit this, but I have had a crush on you for some time now, ever since I met you that day in the mall, in fact.”When she heard that comment, she looked up at me, seeming shocked, and said, “You are such a naughty boy! Your wife better not hear you saying something like that to me.”“Are you going to tell her?” I asked her jokingly.“I’m not, but she may come to. . .” She didn’t complete the. I plopped my big ass back down on my custom made bus fuck bench and was bracing myself for the next cock assault when we all heard Coach yell out that it was the adults turn to play. You can imagine the boos and catcalls this caused. Coach and the few dads on the bus made their way through the crowd. Coach instructed the boys to spread me out and to cover my eyes. He had a surprise for me. Oh Hell. What’s this going to be?When I heard everyone start laughing, I knew I was about to find out. I.