A very small waist with wide hips and B cup breasts pushing close to a C cup she was an hourglass to a T. Her silky brown hair fell well past her shou...ders and she didn’t bother to tie it up. Her face looked chiseled and more squared off like a mans face but her smile as warm and soft. Cassandra noticed something happening that hasn’t happened in a long time. Her body began to feel warm, very tingly and excited as she was surrounded by all this amazing sexiness. She began to sweat as the warm. As it was mid February, and early morning, most people on the bus were still tired, it was cold and dark, and whether you care to admit or not, sex hung in the air, men had their customary 'Morning Woodies', and us girls, were wet, mornings always makes us wet, perhaps its because all our morning activity centers on us needing to pee, focuses on our pussies, or feeling our mans woody pushing up against us and he releasing too quickly, so we leave horny and wet, and enjoy the men who never woke. He wanted to know if I could handle it, and mentioned how the last husband couldn't. These were his conditions with no exceptions, and I now had to make a decision whether to move forward with him or not.I felt extremely horny as I read over his conditions once again. I couldn't believe how aroused I had gotten especially the part about my wife never being the same woman ever again. That night I could hardly sleep thinking about him fucking her. I had a hard on all night long, and I never. "Anyway, I've going to have to go in about five or ten minutes. Got to get out to the toy store or something and get him a present, have them wrap it up, then go over to the bitch's house and pick the kid up and feed him." Josh groaned. "Who knew a kid was this much work?" "They certainly are a handful, Mr. Fremont," Stephanie interjected patiently. "But Henry is a very nice young boy and I think he deserves it." "Yeah," Josh said. "You're probably right, Steph. Anyway, I didn't call you.