It was going to take the greater part of the next two days for this Greyhound bus to trundle him across five states. When he finally arrived in August..., it would be three more days before Millie was due to fly in to meet him and his parents.So now he sat by the window, only a few hours east of Ft. Hood, Texas where he'd boarded the bus. He had a new John D. MacDonald paperback in reserve, and a carry-on bag full of cookies and fruit. His uniform coat was stowed away overhead, and his tie was. I just wanted someone to love and Ryan wasn’t him. Or her.I looked down and saw that my boobs were flopping about. Well, they were too small to actually flop, but they were moving around. I saw Ryan look at them and I wondered if he found them too small, if they turned him off, although obviously he wasn’t too turned off to fuck me. If only they were a little bigger.Ryan moved higher on me, his chest near my shoulders, and he gazed at the headboard, I guess, or the wall. When he fucked me, I. While we were in bed, warming up, one night, she told me she'd heard a rumor that the owners daughter, Nancy, was the town slut. She had parties and invited all the stock boys over for gang bangs. However, Nikki didn't know if it was true or not. "Are you hinting at something?" I asked. She smiled and said, "No, now that we were gown-ups, let's put all that behind us." Move forward a couple months. Nikki and I were in the middle of a good fuck when she said, "It's true. Nancy admitted to me. Seems to make him work harder at pleasing me though. Guess it’s a good idea to always have more than one. Maybe I’d marry you if I could keep a boyfriend on the side.”Even though I was 45 years old, my 19-year-old employee certainly had gotten me into fine sexual shape during the last year. Her eagerness at screwing me at least once every workday, plus her offer to come over and clean my apartment on the weekends led me to believe she might have been a bit serious about her last comment. I did.