I decided that I'd go somewhere for the day and plan my next strategy. Showered and dressed, I'd take an express bus to the art museum. A few blocks ...way, I entered the uncommonly empty bus, along with a man and a woman with two noisy brats in tow. She took seats up front, so I headed to the back, as did the man who just boarded. Lucky him, I thought, that those kids weren't his after all. The bus pulled into traffic, and the brats quieted down immediately when the driver barked at them to. His hands gripped my hips and suddenly his mouth was on me, a stiff demanding tongue pressing into my pussy, turning me on more than I'd ever felt before. His fingers pried me open and he licked deeper. I felt my legs straining to part wider to accomodate him.He moved away. "This is what you were asking for isn't it, bitch?" I heard him slowly unzip his jeans.No - ! I thought. But my mouth gasped "Yes - please!" If he didn't fuck me soon I was just going to come anyway.He pressed the hot. Anal play became aregular item on our sexual menu.Only recently, as a consequence of age, intercourse hasbecome very painful. No matter what the doctor hasoffered, my poor pussy can no longer take a good stiffcock or dildo or vibrator. A finger is about the most Ican take. It's a very sad situation for a girl that couldtake a fist on a regular basis. That doesn't mean thatmy clit and labia aren't still sensitive. They can toleratea lot of manipulation and sexual abuse. Unfortunately,though,. " My finger pops out of her, leaving her feeling sore. Then I slowly trace a path up her crack to her clit and she cries out " OMG! OMG!" in lustful desire. Reaching her clit, I let my tongue swirl and twirl around that hard little button again and again. I slowly lower to her wet pussy, tongue fucking her then I go back to her clit, then take long slow slides with my tongue from her ass to her clit. Wendy rolls back onto her back spreading her legs, feeling my hairy legs as I crawl back.