Probably hasn’t seen a real pussy in years. I push the girl so her bare bum brushes his bare arm.Finally, the bus reaches our stop. I wipe my finger... on her smock as I steer my new honey to the door and lead her out by the hand. Turning, I wave to the fat man who is staring out the window. I think he’s slobbering.Putting my arm around my honey and resting the knife lightly against her right breast, I say, “Well honey, don’t you just love to be alone with me? I forgot to ask, what’s your name. The black lacy thong over her pussy, her long tanned legs, I stood there mouth wide open.“Oh my, I’m so sorry about that! Are you okay?” Max asked in a caring tone.“Yeah don’t worry, I’m fine!” She replied, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m Tegan.” She exclaimed, walking over to me.Quickly I composed myself and smiled, reciprocating her hand shake. “Hi, I’m Libby.”“I’ll catch you later?” Tegan questioned, like we knew each other.“Yeah, sure.” I replied, smiling. She walked back to her. Before me stood a woman in her mid-forties, of petite frame but with large breasts of a size that were quite out of proportion to the rest of her.The situation threw me and I just stood in the doorway not knowing what to say when Anne appeared from the Kitchen and said "Hi Mary, come in. Let me introduce you; this is Mrs Kent, my cleaning lady. Wendy," she continued turning to Mrs Kent, "This is Mary my neighbour."I said hello to Mrs Kent and followed Anne into the kitchen whilst Mrs Kent made. (If you cannot find them, just ask me and I will forward the links.)So to this new experience; I suppose I should allow a brief description to paint the background as it were.Carol, my wife of thirty seven years, is slightly overweight (she says), is still a good looking woman and, in my view, goes in and out in all the right places. The sight of her naked still raises interest in me and a word or look can produce a night of passion, especially when that look is framed in any one of the several.