I stand at the back window of the crowded bus from the suburbs. My extremely short and skimpy white skirt is as tight as a condom and stretches nearly...as translucent over my taut nether cheeks. It hugs my little bottom as And as I brace myself for the corners my legs stand wide apart. I never have to wait long for the accidental, quite unintentional first brushing of fingers over the ripe swells, and then I push my bottom just further out to let the clingy skirt ride high on my narrow hips!. Maybe she was conflicted, or under some kind of coercion. Perhaps she had fought my corner, but been outvoted, and being the loyal daughter she was, agreed to keep Mom and Dad’s secret?Fuck! That was something else I hadn’t properly considered. If she was attending these sex parties, then Dad must have seen his baby getting fucked by some guy – how the heck did that work out? Okay, I’d been excited as well as freaked out, having come across Mom enthusiastically riding a cock, but Dad seeing and. I know I have to send her first, so I inclined her seat backwards and asked her to move to back seat. You know friends what I was planning, yeah, a full 3D view of her large ass (remember I am an ass fanatic). She approached towards back seat in a situation where her suit and bra were pulled to her neck, her leggings are below her hips and she turned and tried to make her was backwards. I pretend helping her initially by grabbing her boob’s then by grabbing her ass. While pushing her behind I. “I kept losing them.” I lied.Jim took no time at all to remove his clothes, until he was stark naked in front of me, his erect cock bouncing in the breeze. I reached down to hold it, my French-manicured nails daintily holding it as I explored its length, and girth. He was longer than my husband, but about the same size around, and I began to stroke him.“You like this, Jim?” I purred.A long loan was my reply. I kept stroking him, increasing in my intensity. “So what do you want?”“You!” he.