When I turned to look at what had caught my coat I saw her hand as she spoke her words. My eyes traveled up her body to her face. She had a pouty look... with doe-like eyes that only said one thing - SEX. The near 20 years she had on me gave her lots of experience in perfecting that look in conveying just what she wanted."Ms. Smythe, would that be appropriate, for me to visit a woman who lives alone?" I said feigning ethics.She leaned into me and spoke in a low sexy voice. "Fuck propriety, a visit. I was woken up again, but this was very different. At first, I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming, since the tugging at my erection was just as present, if not more intensely.It was pitch black in the bus, but I could feel someone sitting on the edge of the bench seat. That someone had worked my erection free under the blanket and was jerking me off! They must have felt me start to wake up because whoever it was leaned towards me, holding my hardness in their hand, and whispered, “Shh, let me have. Madhu: You are my daddy.Thief: Jor se bol. (spanks her more harshly).Madhu: You are my daddy!Madhu with a loud moan cum on the thief’s dick. The thief with a smile on her face took his dick out.Thief: Jhad gayi saali. (You’ve cum, bitch.)Madhu: Now, you get down and let me enjoy myself a bit.Madhu lovingly made the thief sleep on the couch. She climbed on him in cowgirl position and started moving. The thief closed his eyes and started enjoying. He was holding her waist, Madhu was pressing her. Shortly afterwards I went cold turkey on him, and everything stopped. I know my mothering skills had gone awry and I was terrified he would talk about it, but years passed and nothing was said, and we remained very close.Then as I approached my forties, my body awoke sexually, I was alive again with an unquenchable lusting for sex, fifteen years of denial, and now I awoke each morning thinking about cocks and wanting to fuck.I went online and ordered sex toys, joined a DVD store and rented Porn.