“Elian! don’t run!” called one of my aunts, but the little boy just ignored her and continue playing.After the required greetings to grandma and... my dad, I excused myself to the interior of the bus. Apparently, we were still waiting for more family, but I decided to stick to my plan of making myself as small as possible and hope to pass unnoticed the rest of the trip.Slowly people began filling the bus, giving me only cursory glances and greetings. Lucky for me, I wasn’t the most interesting. ..............It has been years since the first night my Daddy took my cherry and made me a woman. Years since I had found the pleasure of having my Daddy's big cock inside of me for the first time. My mom was long since gone; that bitch ran away with another man. That first night Daddy said it was time for me to take her place. I loved being the woman in my Daddy's life, the one who sleeps in his bed and the one he rammed his cock into every night. But tonight is different, tonight is the. The clothes on her were a nuisance but there was nothing to be done about it. They were in too much of a public place. He also was beginning to think about the consequences of being discovered in this situation with his daughter-in-law.But the biggest driver for his change in tempo was none of these. It was that the pleasure from the grinding, from the unusual angles of bodies and the cock and cunt, the pleasure from the female taking her pleasure were no longer enough for him. It was urgent. " I'm hurrying as best I can," I said as we threaded our way through amaze of side streets. I still felt very conspicuous in my skimpy ta-teera, hurrying to an important rendezvous for which I should beformally attired to impress our local contact. "I will make a poorimpression on our local agent dressed like this!" On the contrary," said Seremides as he glanced at my body, "you shallmake a splendid impression, especially with legs as good as those." That's not the impression I want to make! I.