I do what the fuck I want to do when I fucking want to do it. No man… naw, nobody will EVER tell me how to live my life or who I should fuck or why.... I do what I want, if I want and motherfucker…”, she said with a head roll, “How many times I fucking want”. I had her going beyond my wildest dream so I added “Yes yes I know, everybody knows you got it all together, it’s okay just calm down I agree with you… yes I do.. wholeheartedly… you got your shit together”.She took off like a rocket then I. "Yeah, I can tell. You need to stop thinking with your cock head Jerry," I said.I went home and replayed the whole thing in my head over and over. No matter how it played out, I came out on top.I went into stand bye for the rest of the night. I sat in the second story window looking out all night. After 2AM almost no one drove through the downtown. It was like a ghost town, but I loved every second of it.Since everything was quiet, I worked out my plan for Sylvia. Unless she had a plan of her. Her left breast fully exposed, her nipple is so hard and looking so appealing, I lean in and suck on it. Flicking over it with my tongue my wife grabs a hand full of my hair ‘Yes!’ she moans. She pushes the back of my head towards her so I’m nuzzling into her breast more. ‘I’m getting so wet.’ She moans. ‘It feels so good.’We hear a stir upstairs. ‘That will do for now.’ My wife said putting her breast back in to the dressing gown. ‘Look. Can you tell I’m wet?’ Looking down at her crotch, she. I admitted never. Another beer and the men were now sharing they were bisexual and the bus station was a good place to meet people that might have a little time to kill; like tonight. Being a very sexually driven 19 year old, if some lass had come by who knows what I would have done. But I was stuck in the Columbus station with no place to go for the foreseeable future. The men suggested they knew some ladies and they would be happy to introduce one to me; as long as they could watch. One more.