As I walked into the building to get a ticket I saw all the people and had a quick attack of feeling exposed and under-dressed; but what could I do? I...hadn’t brought a dress or a skirt or a top with me. I was wearing the only clothes I had with me.I started holding my shoulder bag in front of my stomach, especially when I was near the bus driver. Once I was actually on the bus I started to relax and got some confidence back.Again I had to stand for the journey and I stood between 2 tall men. On. As I said my lunch was prepared by an Italian lady who worked in the factory, she was a fussy medium height lady who I learned later had never been married but she was about 45, quite plump with about 40 DD breasts, a very jolly person, after a few days of having lunch as I described she then came the next day and asked me to come with her using hand signs for me to follow, she took me to a small kitchen that had a table along one wall, the table was laid for one, I was a bit embarrassed when. She was too hot. She reached out and gently touched Thad's forehead. Her fingers trailed down over his cheek and brushed his lips. She couldn't help imagining how her son's lips would feel pressing against the tingling bud of her clit. Thad was wearing only his pajama bottoms. His sheet was drawn up over his chest. She couldn't resist the temptation to uncover him. She slowly drew his crisp white sheet down around his waist.The hot-assed mother trembled with excitement as she uncovered her. In fact, what just happened was really nice for me too. You know, ladies like to cum just like you young guys.” As I pulled his head over to my chest, I moved my hand down and wrapped my fingers around his still hard young dick. “ Maybe I can show you how to make it up to me. Like, maybe you can help me cum too!” He smiled up at me and said “ I’d like that.” As I pumped my hand up and down his shaft, I whispered “ Do you like my titties? I would love for you to suck on my nipples. Ladies really.