I was so mixed up about him that I didn't know what to say."You know that you want it," he suggested, but I could tell by his tone that he wasn't sure...of me."I can't," I said in confusion."Why not?" I don't know," I answered meaninglessly."You want to be fucked", he said decisively. "Wait here and I'll get the car," then he added in an authoritative tone, "don't get on the bus."He hurried away, leaving me there with my mind in a turmoil of indecision.The bus pulled into the stop. The door. I touched my lips to his warm shoulder blade and inhaled. He smelled of sex, of the masculine fragrance of our combined sweat and juices. It emanated from the sheets we lay upon and hung faintly in the air. A cool breeze blew in through the open window and with it the unfathomable stillness of the sleeping city outside, cautioning those few who dared stir at such an hour not to disturb its slumber. Sometimes the necessity to be quiet can be a nuisance, but at that moment I found it highly. She said " Nothing fancy, Just fuck me til I cum, hard, fast, and deep. Yessss That's it, Fuck me. I looked over just in time to see Lisa's husband bury his dick into her pussy and give her what for. Our waitress, was a wild fuck and she now stiffened, her pussy muscles spasmed, contracting tighter and tighter around my cock, then the temperature rose and I felt her response dripping off my balls. This lady really dumped her load when she climaxed. Hey, Lisa this guy need to be finished off, I. " She helped him step out of the plastic pantsand diaper cover, taking them and the ankle ribbons from him, and heswapped his heels for his Mary Janes, which were right where he'd leftthem. Putting his heels into his backpack, he noticed an extra diaperin there as well. "Now go and skip along home, little maid."Purse and backpack on, he curtsied to her with a melodious jingle."Yes, Your Highness. Thank you for letting me do your chores!" You are very welcome. Fear not; I shall need your.