We began to have more frequent steamy lovemaking sessions in my bedroom. We kept the door closed, of course, but I started getting louder and louder, ...uch to Carla's initial dismay and near panic. I told her to lighten up, that we were just doing what came naturally, but she was a bit taken aback by my cavalier attitude for quite some time. Ever so slowly, she began to take a more permissive, carefree attitude about our at-home sex play. Actually, I could tell that as the days progressed, Carla. Something had to be done so they could stay in that home. She’d thought about it. She wished she knew what it was. But she never, and I repeat, never ever thought about this whatsoever. Hmmm, she told herself. Maybe I could but then she stopped herself from thinking those thoughts. Nah, I can’t do that, we can’t do that she told herself. A couple days later she received another foreclosure statement from the credit union. “Okay, I have to do this,” she said aloud to herself. “Do what honey?”. The bus as usual was quiet, being mid afternoon, and I sat on the back seat of the empty top deck. I heard footsteps and into view came my one time flasher. I didn't look at him just stared stright out of the window. He paused, must have looked at me, and promptly sat down next to me to my right, forcing me to shuffle up.I knew what was coming. I wasn't exactly afraid but I was apprehensive but I was also half looking forward to what I knew he was going to do. Why else would he sit next to me. Her pussy feels so wet and tight as he slow and easy slide in and out of her. She sits up and places her hands on his chest as she goes up and down on him. She feels his hands as they caress her breasts and as he let them slide over her waist, hips and stomach. She sits down on him, place her hands on his thighs and feel his cock deep inside her as she starts to rock back and forth. He places his thumb on her clit and let it roll round and round. She breathe heavily and moans, close her eyes.