The bus stopped and he suddenly zipped up and said, “This is my stop.” I said, “Do you want me to come with you?” He looked back at me and sai..., “Yes, I would.” So, I followed him off the bus and onto the sidewalk and up the walk of his small dilapidated dirty house.When we got inside I grabbed his pants and got out his cock again. “I want you to fuck me.” I said desperately. “If I suck you until you’re hard again, will you fuck me?” I thought he was going to have a coronary. “Yes.” He wheezed.. We went on a few rides over the next ten days, usually going for coffee after we finished. She wanted more details about me so I explained that Lisa and I had been married for just over twenty years until the accident. Lisa was in a coma for three weeks before she died leaving me and our two teenage boys that were now in high school. They adjusted pretty well to losing their mom and as most teenagers, spent most of their time with friends. The oldest was looking forward to college next fall and. A Monday with her eager tongue exploring mine. A Monday with my fingers getting really slippy in the soft cleft of her pussy. We were about one minute away from my shy, bookish, Leanne, exploding into my hot, fuck-hungry Leanne, when her phone rang. I convinced her to leave it by just kissing her harder but, that annoying Jay-Z ring tone re-started immediately, seconds after it rang out. This bastard was not going away. With a groan she rolled over to answer it. She looked fabulous breaking. I slowly started to kiss down her body until I was off the lounge chair on my knees. I grabbed her legs and gently pulled her to the end of the lounge until her sweet pussy was inches away from my face. I inhaled her sweet musky scent as the aroma filled my nostrils, driving me with the need to taste her. I slid my hands under her and lifted her slightly as my tongue glided across her smooth wet lips. She whimpered loudly as I began licking her sweet juices from her lips. “Mmm…you taste so.