As Fran stamped to a halt at the bus stop, the bus pulled up and doors opened. She breathlessly got on, flashing her bus pass at the driver and looked...up to find a seat. The bus was packed out. She grabbed onto a handrail and held on for dear life. The bus driver wasn't careful and once or twice Fran had stumbled into the girl behind her. Turning to say sorry, she was faced with object of her dream.Blushing, Fran opened her mouth to say sorry."Oh don't worry about it," Ebony said, smiling.. We were married, we had a son, and we made love every night, How was I to know there was another…and her…and yet again another. I started to assume it of him but he’d always find some way to convince me wrong. Soon the council called him away and I was left to tend the baby for a year while he was at war. When he returned he was different, our son was all he cared about now. He stayed long enough to play with him and then me before resting up and heading back out on us. It was three years this. The she stood and backed away, sitting on the kitchen table. She reached down and pulled her robe apart, spreading her legs. “Eat me, brother. East me for a wedding present.” I dove between her beautiful smooth legs as she sat there. Her pussy was moist and hot, her dark black pussy hairs wet with her juices. The tart flavor of her cunt juices covered my tongue as I licked upward. I moved my hands to her pussy and parted her lips, finding her inner lips wet, hot, and smooth. I. We’ve gone on a couple of dates, but there is no commitment between us. We both just really enjoy sex, and have a mutual appreciation for each other’s body. And sometimes we get so hot we can’t wait for after school. Today is one of those days. “Oh, my God…you’re wearing those boots again,” he growls as he runs his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. He grabs my ass with both hands, firmly squeezing and lifting me slightly off the ground. Then he tugs at my panties, sliding them down my legs.