I got on bus #8 and sat in my usual seat. As the bus made its rounds, I went over and over what had happened over the last two years. And I kept comin...g back to one thing. I couldn’t accept that analysis and tried other lines of attack. They all led to the same point.Something was wrong with Jennifer and Melanie. What was the difference between Melanie and Becky? And then it dawned on me. Now I knew what was bothering her! What scared her! We had even talked about it. At lunch, I asked Jennifer. She then pulled her blouse off and said that she had wanted to do this for a long time. It was not only a fantasy to fuck someone at work but also for it to be me. She said now that I was no longer an employee and manager that she was not worried about anything other than my wife. As this half naked gorgeous woman was giving me a lap dance I thought, “my who”? She was reaching down to free my dick from his confines and was pleased that she had gotten me so hard so soon. She started to suck on. The woman who lay beside me stirred slightly, shifting uneasily in her sleep, a small barely audible gasp escaping her supple lips. The lips fascinated me, and I focused upon them more than upon anything. Her lips seemed not only to be beautiful reaching appendages of her body and soul but also seemed a purpose, a reason. I noticed at this time that I too had lips, sticky and reaching, and felt an urge and desire to have contact between our two otherwise-empty souls. She awoke then, just as I. She loved being called "whore", "slut", "bitch," "cunt," "ass-cunt," while replying "yes, I am". They'd be breathless, sweating, exhausted as both put everything into their bed play. She wished that she had met Walt long before when she was much younger. Afterwards as they came down from their climaxes he would give her tender kisses all over her sweating face telling her how much he loved her. What delighted him was she was always willing. Her post menstrual life made Melissa constantly horny..