”John glanced down, furrowing his brows, then looked back up at me, “I don’t really care about everyone else; I just was interested in what you ...hink about me.”As of now, my panties were literally drenched in my own wetness and sticking to my pussy lips. I could feel my nipples become hard through my bra as I suddenly became more aware of my own body and how close John had gotten to my face. I wanted to kiss him so badly. His lips were right there, looking so soft and luscious! It was my pussy,. It’s going to be a bloody cold air-conditioned ride, as usual.Before settling in, Miranda walks to the toilet at the back of the bus and slips off her flimsy pink bikini underwear from under her cool cotton skirt. She always sleeps naked, and this may be the closest way that she can tonight.The black hunk of a man appears to be asleep, covered by blanket. Matilda loves men with dark skin and she loves the way her neighbour’s skin on his muscular arms and face gleams in the streetlight. She. Do you know it?" I know of it, but I've never been there. Yes, I really should getsomething else to wear then" Good, then as soon as you are ready we will take the car to your flatand then go from there"I go to his guest bathroom, sumptuous, with soft towels and any lotion Icould wish for. I ease out the plug and clean myself inside as well Ican as well. Then I shower, keeping my hair dry; I don't have time forthat now. My clothes are laid out for me, all of them I notice, so afterdrying myself. Then she got out of the car..”Good Lord!” I said to myself. I should payed more attention! Now, she wasn’t “gorgeous” or – even “pretty”, but she was not unattractive. About 5’4”, maybe 130lbs, short dark hair – you know, that “mommy cut” -that easy to take care of and “get everyone out of the house and off to school look “ . She had a nice, defined waist and some mommy curves, cute face, but no make up, but nice skin. She was dressed for a Saturday of house work, I imagine. Cotton Capri pants,.