She smoothly parted Sasha’s legs let out an involuntary gasp of approval as he eyes feasted on the other woman’s soaking wet thong that encased wh...at just had to be a gorgeous pussy. Wasting not one second, Aimee’s tongue darted against the wet lace, causing Sasha’s legs to tremble violently.“Sit…” She gestured to a throne-like velvet clad chair that sat proudly in the corner. Sasha’s heart was pounding and she paused feeling self-conscious.“What if we get caught though Aimes…” She asked quietly. Bye"I hit NEXT on the phone."Dean, this is Sarah again. Just waiting on your call, this problem really needs to be taken care of. Call me as soon as you can,"I pressed NEXT again."God damn it Dean, where the hell are you? Why am I paying you so much money to not be there when I need you? I've got a serious fucking problem and you aren't around to help. You better call me. This is Sarah"Sighing to myself, I knew what the next message would be. I pressed it anyways."Sorry about that Dean, I lost. Cecil did, even at nineteen, not like to leave his mother this long, and he was sniffling as he took his seat about midway down the aisle of the old bus. His bag was packed in the luggage compartment and he was off to Buffalo to see grandma.Cecil waved frantically to his mother as the bus pulled away, and the last passenger to board swayed down the aisle. As the bus lurched out of the terminal she just about fell into the seat next to Cecil. “Hope this seat isn’t taken honey.” She giggled. . I was seen as just another womangoing about her business, and it was marvelous. That's one reason I'vepicked the wardrobe I have, so I dont get people staring at me.This isnt about making people feel sorry for me.Anyone who knows my story knows I've had a few bad things happen to me.But I know others with lives that make mine look like a walk through thepark. I've been pitied, while it can feel good to have someone empathizewith me, a person gets tired of being the object of pity pretty.