She had always had a straight laced appearance about her, but now she was loose. She rose up saying, “Thank you for coming over. Let’s me show you...the table.” I could clearly see down the front of her halter top as she rose up, the sight of her cleavage is still etched in my memory. I followed her to the front room and she showed me the table, saying, “I need this moved from here to the other side.” I had to almost laugh. It was a very small table that she could have easily moved without my. The meatloaf was done so, when Kay came downstairs, they sat down and ate. Kay commented on how good the meatloaf was, and her compliment made Frankie blush. When they were finished with their meal, they got up from the table, cleared it, and put the dishes in the dishwasher. When the cleanup was finished, Kay stretched. ‘I think I’m going to bed,’ she said, grinning at Frankie. ‘This has been a very exhausting day.’ She started for the stairs. Frankie, stood in the middle of the living room,. Neither of us had sex on that bus that morning, but I did wank him between my legs as I sat on his lap with my skirt high. When he shot his semen landed on my thighs so that when I stood back up, his cum ran down my legs and that was a very true account of my early experiences.The reason public transportation features heavily in my recounts, is because I am a creature of habit, I go out looking for men like that old man in my youthDuring my first year at University I met a guy who claimed to. " We had just about decided to open our own roadhouse. The Buck Horn was okay, but we were getting tired of Walt Deaver's continual whining and bitching. He wanted to pay us less since we were "fixtures" there and he had given us our first chance.Connie put a stop to that by informing him that we had sold a whole bunch of singles and had three albums out and another one on the way. The CD with the nude of Emily on it, eight months pregnant, that barely hid her well-barbered pussy had become a.