"Hon, we all agree with you, but I still can't sell you a beer."Feeling that she'd won a small victory Isidora settled for a coke. Her temper turned o...f as fast as it had turned on. The meal turned out to be decent, and before we'd finished, almost every woman in the house stopped by the table to wish Isidora good luck with her marriage. It reminded me of our night in the restaurant in Georgia, except there, every well-wisher wanted to ply us with alcohol.Later that evening I did get to realize. " he said as a look of complete embarrassment over took his face.I give him a sweet sexy smile that assured him he has nothing to be sorry for, them I sat down beside him and asked if there was anything I could do to lend a helping hand.He looked at me with those cold black eyes as he pushed me back onto the back seat of the number 26 southbound bus. Hiking up my skirt and pulling my panties to the side my bus driver started eating my pussy as is it were to be his last meal on earth. While I. You thought I was beautiful, but if the sex wasn’t good the marriage was doomed. Even worse, what if you hated the way I looked naked? I didn’t think I could survive you leaving me. I pulled the blanket tighter around me and then wondered how it got there. I stopped to mentally survey everything around me, I felt tears on my cheeks, the blanket covering my slightly shaking body, and your arms around me. Your arms around me! Your lips were nestled against my hair, just biding your time waiting. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" "Paula are you all right?" "OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!.UUNNNGGHHHH. Oohhhh, Honey, he's in me. Deep. Fucking me! Oooooohhh. HARD.. getting fucked.. can't talk now. ungh. ungghhh." The line went dead, but not my cock. It was hard as steel as I listened to the dead phone line, the grunts of my impaled wife still ringing in my ears.After an hour and a half, I went back to Room 215. The "Do Not Disturb" sign was still hanging on the doorknob. Again I pressed my ear to the door. I heard a.