They always thought that it was very funny, and my uncle laughed when I said it.We were in his little living, sitting on his couch. My uncle is divorc...d. His sons are grown. He lives alone in his little apartment because his wife got their big house, which she sold and then moved away to Lake Tahoe with the man she met online."I was riding the city bus last year. When I got on, the bus driver, this big fat black guy, looked at me funny. I don't know. I felt scared of him. He looked right at my. She looked like honey with her short gold hair and warm bronze skin. She looked lickable.Of course there was still the big bruiser. Husband? Lover? Brother, dare I hope?A quick check of the hands she was still examining showed no rings and no light stripe of skin showing where a ring would reside. That ruled out a husband. Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or boyfriend to help you back to your apartment?" I held my breath. It. There are so many interesting experiences ahead of you this evening. Our route will take us out onto the interstate for a good portion of the drive so I would ask that you behave yourself because you never know who might be watching you."As I looked down at my predicament I spotted the black lens of a small, round security camera mounted inside the bed pointed at me from below. I assumed this was what he was talking about.He then hiked my skirt up to my hips, exposing my gartered, black. He looked over at me a couple of times and all I could do was smile wondering/hoping that she would find a way to fulfill one of her fantasies. The rain wasn't letting up and her nipples were getting very hard and very visible even through her sports bra. Our new friend asked if she was getting cold and she told him a little cold but mostly horny, she could use some body heat for a start. He looked a bit shocked and looked at me, I said she gets that way around blond guys and I really didn't.