Her hair was not tied, and she had her heels on. She looked a bit older than me. Maybe 30 or 35, not more than that.Since the bus stop was empty, she ...ooked at me and smiled. She had this amazing smile. She asked: Has the bus for Umarpur left?I replied: No, it will arrive in a minute or so.I ended the conversation with a smile. She smiled back too. We spent about 15 minutes waiting there, but no bus came. She was getting tense. I could feel it.I told her, “Usually, the bus arrives on time. But. Amy waved to the car as it left, and walked the cobble stone path to the front door. She paused to smell a fragrant deep red tea-rose blossom her mom planted last year, and smiled with a good and comfortable fatigue from the long day. Letting herself in, she tossed her light jacket, hand-clutch and keys on the bureau and headed upstairs for her room and bed.The hallway was dark, except for a bright slice of light emanating from under her parent’s bedroom door. She assumed that her dad was in. "The way she said it, like she had used her husband as a second choice, made me wonder it she preferred having sex with me over him. "Don't you think I would have given you more if I could have justified my actions? I had already taken more than I deserved. I was just carrying out my promise to stop." I know, Benny. Let's drop that subject. Let's try to forget it happened."I grinned and saw that she was grinning too. I didn't state the obvious and she didn't either. We both knew it would be. Her trembling fingers slipped downward to the swollen tingling lips of her vagina, pulling them outward with a slow, torturing movement until the deep pink slit was completely exposed to the warm sunlit air and the tiny throbbing opening between them pulsated open and closed like the upturned mouth of a hungry baby bird.Slowly and gently, she began to insinuate her long, slender middle finger into the warm depths of her wetly-throbbing cunt- hole, forcing it downward until it lay completely.