Now, I was checking her out. She really is quite beautiful.“Susan, do you have many boyfriends?” I asked.“I’m taking a self-imposed vacation f...om boys. What you said earlier about girls. It’s twice as bad with the guys.”“How do you mean?” I questioned.“Well, if you’re not pretty, the boys don’t want to have anything to do with you, if you’re average looking, you don’t have any girlfriends or boyfriends and if you are pretty, the boys all expect you to put out on the first day, and the other. A man can be anyone he wants in cyberspace, where a big imagination is better than a big cock and performance is based on words, not flesh. I write raw stories about sex and post them on porno sites, letting the readers be the judge.I'm a half-literate pervert who lives for internet connections. That's where I found her, a young woman damaged by her father, vulnerable and powerful all at once. She had read a father/daughter story that I had written. A twisted little story that had echoed her. Perhaps she shouldn’t come up. She had subdued misgivings, something was waiting for her, something vague, blurry, dark… something thrilling… It was daylight still, but the peak hour was over. She could even have a seat as the bus was half empty. Vicky felt better seated this time, because of the two teenagers. They eyed her with unconcealed grins from the backdoor, puffing and popping their chewing gums loudly. That’s why she sat down. She didn’t like sitting on buses and trams, but this time. " Well start by lifting the seat."Wendy got helpless giggles."Only gentlemen are allowed to do that," she spluttered."You are a very wicked girl, particularly when I'm bursting."She was instantly repentant."I'm sorry, Bill, I wasn't thinking." She forced his semi-erection down. "Well, go on then." I can't when I'm erect."That was a new one. She looked puzzled for a moment and then pealed with laughter. "How very gentlemanly!" she gurgled.That caused Bill to laugh too and his cock wilted in.