At that point he took a left turn into a side street which had houses on one side and a school on the other and this cut his conversation short."There...she is," he said with a sigh of relief and sure enough there stood a young eight or nine year old girl. She was slim and quite tall for her age. She looked very relieved when her father got out of the strange car and called to her. She ran up and hugged him and asked"Where is Mrs Watson?" I afraid she had an accident and has broken her leg," said. She couldn’t sit up completely as the luggage racks were in the way of her head, but if she leant forward, we could make it work.Allison was kneeling astride my waist; leaning forward so that her face was close to mine.“We will have to be extra quiet,” she whispered. “We don’t want to disturb the rest of the bus.”“I can stay quiet,” I said, “but can you?”“Of course,” she said, as she guided my prick into her cunt, and slid down onto my shaft.What we hadn’t taken into account was the squeaking. At first she'd had a light downy blond bush but had come to favor shaving to a small landing strip in deference to my love of going down on her. That night, her normally neat, smooth, bald cunny â€"by day just a childlike slit between her thighs - was swollen for fun. Her outer labia open enough under their own excitement to allow me a view of her glistening inner lips protruding and her small clit peeking out of its hood. She had spread her juices over her delicate flesh and she could not. Just checking in to see how things are going. I've got more to do. Back to work.” With that, he left.Patricia got up and stretched a bit. On long sessions like this, she liked to keep herself fresh by periodically doing a few yoga moves. One benefit of the short skirt – it allowed a wider range of motion that she normally had. A few lunges, some brief bends, then back to work. She could call Bill a little later, after she had a better idea when she'd be finished.When next she looked up.