I like sitting up on the top deck at the back, no one seems to come up top any more.How would I describe the ‘Fat Controller’? Well he’s in his ...ifties at least, balding and I guess you’d call him portly. He doesn’t look after himself very much, his bus conductor’s uniform is always grubby, he has sharp beady eyes and he can’t help himself but brush his hand over your tit when he’s holding out the ticket for you to take.But those of you who have read my previous pages of my diary know I like. Yes…’ Simran gasped, her legs wrapping around his slim waist and her feet beating his buttocks as she moaned “Bhaiyaa! Do me hard! Take me fast and fill me up with your seed.”They rolled and seethed in lustful passion, Simran’s fingers scratching his back as she moved her choot against the hot shaft of his cock”Put it in!” she pleaded..Haresh was in no hurry trailing kisses down her body, he finally pushed his face between her open legs and licked the hairs on her pussy… his hands pushed her. But after all, weren't they both doing just that?"That would be nice since I plan to get inebriated and be bad tonight!" There, she'd said it. The bait was set, and if he knew what inebriated meant she'd follow through and set the hook. She didn't like stupid men. The dumb ones couldn't help themselves anyway. She preferred the ones who knew better."Really?" came the expected reply along with the standard raised eyebrows and hopeful smile. "Now why is that?"Carol took a deep breath to show off. Noticing her near empty glass he signaled to one of the French maid waitresses for another two. New drink in hand, Sayuna leaned closer to whisper, ?So out of work uniform tonight??. Chuckling he responded, ?Yes, you’ve caught me just arriving from out of town in fact. Our host has been kind enough to let me use his wardrobe, actually, I was just on my way upstairs, care to follow??.They bantered as he made his way to the second floor, along one of the corridors that lead away from the main.