All who travels by bus must be knowing that in the last back, the seat is long and so many people can sit on it, I managed to get into back side of th...e bus and was holding the upper rod to manage myself, The crowd was so much that the light from front was not able to reach at the back seat and it was very dark there. The bus started and after every stop it started getting more crowded as it seems no body is getting down and everybody has to go to the last stop.In a meantime I noticed a young. You are amazing. I was not amazing. I was a stupid college girl who was treading water and desperately trying to hold it together until I could graduate. I worked on the school newspaper, helped build sets as part of the theater department and ached to visit the hills of France. I was a geek, a self-proclaimed Dungeons and Dragons lover and Bill Gates follower. I pushed the wrapper aside and started on the test, digging into a cosine problem when I couldn’t help but glance at the foil again.. “Then you better get going,” he told her.Why was he having her run these errands, she wondered?She barely got back in time. She looked in the office door as she walked past it towards the kitchen. Where was everyone? Frank met her on the way. He told her Mark would be waiting for her in conference room G.She went into the bathroom and slipped into the new French maid’s costume she had bought last week.It was basically a black corset with a built-in shelf bra. A three inch wide micro-skirt. My pussy convulsed on his dick as he churned me up. It was wonderful. Amazing.Wave after wave of bliss shot through me. I groaned, rubbing the gold coin into his back with one hand the other clawing at his rippling muscles. He was so big. So strong and brawny. The opposite of my husband's slim, almost effeminate form.“Keep fucking me,” I howled. “Keep fucking me until you cum! Flood me!”“Yes,” he grunted, driving harder, my marriage bed creaking, the headboard thumping.My pussy spasmed so hard.