My name is George Vlachos and I am a bus driver on the Fifth Avenue line and I hope one day to drive one of the double decker buses that we hear so mu...ch about down at the union hall. We are not allowed to have a union but we all hang out there waiting for the day when all that changes. It is a Monday and it is just after the noon hour rang out at the church tower nearby. I am sitting in my usual spot on the bird spotted bench under a spreading shade tree eating my lunch prepared by my wife in. He justlooks like good with a pint. I want to order a pint too but instead Iget this urge to ask for a double vodka and coke. It seems I prefer todrink like a lady as well."I'm so glad they didn't turn up. Tell me babe, what do you do for aliving? Im an independant business man with my own company. I leftschool at 16 and I have worked ever since. That was 20 years ago. I notsure why I'm telling you all this. I hope I'm not boring you," my mansays as I light another another cigarette. Why does. I kissed her passionately opened my mouth and our tongues met. This moment was incredible. Our tongues started to wrestle and my hands went down her back to her firm little ass. I kneaded her butt and noticed that she was wearing a plug. This aroused me in such a way that I just wanted to fuck her but this time in a gentle way. But first I had to do something. I broke the kiss and Melissa watched me sadly. Melissa, everythings ok… I loved that kiss and we will kiss again, but first I have to do. We were pushed against the pool wall. Then I moved my hands away from her hips, and down across her stomach again. I touched her. Down there. Just like she wanted me to.I felt my dick between her legs. Rubbing her pubic hair. My hands moving slowly across her pubic area, rubbing her, and touching myself while I was kissing her so intensely hard that I couldn't think straight.I backed off gently. Staring at her, kissing her gently, and I'd moved my dick away from her pubic hair. I was scared to.