Lori was a full woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full torso but not overweight. Her hair was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with sil...very-gold strands. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40’s, it retained sharp features from her youth that evoked reminders of just how pretty she had once been.She called me over and crushed the cigarette. "I know you miss Tori. Why don't you come in. We can talk about. I’m sure it will help.”She offered to pour. She is just a bitch pussywhipping controlling female cunt whore. I don't have to take it anylonger. I don't have to allow myself to be controlled. I don't have tobe a subservient wimp. Why have I allowed it to go on so long, anyway?Then I thought of my words with puzzlement, "bitch pussy whippingcontrolling female cunt whore?" Where did that come from? Wait a minute;I'm not that kind of guy. I need to calm down here and restore somebalance.I went for a walk. I felt better, or at least not so. “What, no booze?” she asked.“Oh hell, you are legal. I should have asked,” I said. “I’m sure I have some wine.”Alyssa reached out and caressed my wrist. “I’m teasing, Warren,” she said. “All the boys my age want to get me drunk. You’re a gentleman.”I could feel myself flushing; her fingers barely left a trace on my skin but thrilled me right to my cock. I sat quickly and poured for myself.“Here’s to being a gentleman,” I said, raising a glass as she sat in the chair. She brushed her hand over. ." I thought. I started to notice the old men to my right trying to see what happened, but he could not see a thing because it was too dark outside and you could not see outside to well anyway because of the light inside the bus.I looked over to him and at the very same moment he looked back at me and smiled. I instantly turned my head to the left again and felt very uncomfortable and nervous. "Seems to be pretty serious over there." He said. I hesitated for a short moment, but since I am a.