Betty hopped on to the kitchen counter and spread her legs. She was completely shaven. I slipped a finger into her moist pussy. She smiled as I worked...my finger back and forth, gently pressing against her clit.“That feel soooo good,” Betty remarked.“I gotta have a picture,” I said.“I don’t photograph very well,” Betty replied.“Just a couple,” I begged.Betty acquiesced. I grabbed my cell phone and quickly snapped a few photos.“Play with yourself,” I said.Betty chuckled.“I’d rather you do it,”. Not this. Just as tears began to well in my eyes a gentleman came over and offered to carry my bags; he waved down the bus and we both entered.I thanked him and turned to the back of the bus and a quiet spot to sort myself out. At first I just sat there for a few minutes feeling sorry for myself and cursing my husband for letting me down. As for my shoes I would make him buy me a new pair. Then it struck me; I had shoes and clothes in the bag; all I had to do was put them on.I checked out the. “You want to find some seaweed?” he asked, eyeing me strangely. “Ocean’s just down the road apiece!”“Well, sure. But what I’m trying to say is that I’m looking for a place around here that collects seaweed and sells it. A store, or a business.”The man frowned as he searched his mental knowledge of the area.“I can’t say I know of such a place, sorry. Unless you mean some of the fish markets. They might have something like that.”“Pretty sure it’s just a seaweed-selling place.”“You will want to. And then we had a quickie when he dropped me off. I’ve been with you since lunch and you just made me feel real good. Is that enough explanation?”By then he was hard again and just took me from behind, reaching around to do the right things to my tits. “You’ll have to hurry because I have to get cleaned up for a hot date tonight”He didn’t miss a stroke as he complained, “Damn! I thought maybe I could spend the rest of the night with you.”After I got done reacting to his powerful cum shots I.