The sound of my hips slapping into her round ass is what finally put me over the edge and she was reaching down between her legs and massaging my ball... each time they slapped into her begging for me to make her cum. As I got close I laid my chest into her back and reached around her and put my forearm across one breast and grabbed the other one in my hand and was working it pretty good when we both came together letting out one long moan of pleasure and relief together. We took a shower. I didn’t know it had a bell in there. One day on the trip home, the bus was fairly empty, with maybe seven or eight of us on board, including the bell lady. She sat in the row across the aisle from me, and the bell was going off louder than usual. “Excuse me… sir?” Jesus, she was talking to me. The Thingy was ringing pretty insistently, too. “Yes?” “I’m sorry, I realize I don’t know you… I’ve seen you on this bus for a few weeks now, and I was wondering… can I ask you a question?” “Sure. As. A lot were less than satisfying. I don't know how to explain it, but I need some sort of connection to enjoy sex, even with a prostitute. Some just lay there, pretending you don't exist. The ones I really hate, though, are the ones who make it an acting job, falsely moaning, telling you you've got the biggest dick ever, and they just can't stand the pleasure. All good stuff, but I've never seen a hooker with the talent to carry it off without sounding phony as hell.Anyway, in the course of. Daddy?" I turned to see Crystal had removed all her clothes, naked bending over with the hair brush in her nice tight slit. "Fuck me with that big cock in your pants Daddy! " "Look I haven't been with anyone since the boys mother died giving birth." "What 4 years! Not even a wank? " I nodded. "Fuck me you need this Daddy" "Stop that Daddy shit! " "Or what Daddy you'll spank me? " I nodded. "Daddy Crystal is a naughty girl..." I picked her up and put her across my lap. My hand came firmly down.