I didn’t know of her intentions so I didn’t make any move.At one point, a cow was passing the road and the bus took a harsh stop. My right hand hu...gged her belly instantly as a result of my reflex to avoid her from crashing into a couple standing ahead. In the process, my left cheek was completely in touch with her right cheek and we froze and just remained like that for a second.Her cheeks were smooth. Now I was fully turned on and wanted to have sex with her badly. I just felt like putting one. I leaned into D and ran my hand from her shoulder's to the front of her bra then around the side of her chest and down to her hips and around to her bottom. We were both shaking a little and our breath was shuttering, mine so hard I could barley take a breath in. I was quivering with anticipation and what I really wanted to do was get that dress off and get D naked because after all I have wanted him for 2 years and wanted to take him in my arms throw him on the bed and suck his cock and fuck. Maybe a year later he told me to find an older white guy to fuck - just to try it out and see how we both felt about it before I tried a black guy. Again I was pretty nervous but I did it and it was ok ( not really my flavor ).He was a little bigger than my hubby so it felt different but I wasn’t all that turned on by him. I did it again with that same guy but I wasn’t as turned on as when I blew the black guy. My husband and I were both cool with me fucking another man - it is a little weird. In another minute, as I experimentally play with myself, I realize I need it again. This time, with the image of a big man with that piercing gaze in my mind’s eye, I get there even faster, and there’s no way I want to stop it, as I pluck my nipples with my other hand. Two more times throughout the night I reach for my vibrator, desperate for release, all the time, taunted by his image. Now it’s the next morning. Again, the sun is shining, and now I feel a different reason for my optimism. I’m.