I grab on the hem of my skirt, inching it up. I want him to keep looking. I want him to get hard. I want to show him more. Surely he's noticed my heav...y breathing and lip-biting and and less than subtle skin-showing by now? He turns to look at the windows and pushes his hand on my left knee and I have to hold back a moan. Fuck. I want more. I pull on his hand, up my thigh, slowly, when the bus goes into a curve and he's pressing me against the window. My hips buck just a little bit when his. I picked it up and turned around and bumped right into him, as he had filled close behind me. He took it out of my hand and checked it and asked me to put in password, which I did and lo and behold there was a bunch of missed calls. He asked to see it again and I did and he checked the settings and found I had put it on silence and I the remembered I did it when in one of the stores as I had had a couple of odd messages and switched it off, forgetting to put it back on. I went to change it and. Everyone seemed to love that, mostly me.Paul was obviously an experienced lover, and Bonnie certainly wasn't the least bit shy. The three of us got into a beautiful rhythm, and Paul started playing with my ass. I wiggled it a bit to let him know it was welcome, and he worked his thumb into my puckered hole while continuing to fuck my pussy.I heard a voice call out, "Are you going to fuck her in the ass, Paul?"I realized this was a point that could set the tone for the rest of the night, and I. We can both go out and find someone else. But love, real love, love that supports more than just sex but also a marriage, is harder to find than you think. Got it?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘So if you think there may be something more there with this guy, something more than just great sex, then you owe it to yourself to give it a shot. Don’t look back fifteen years from now, alone, and think about him and ask yourself what could’ve been. Try to make it be, and if it doesn’t work out, at least you gave it a.