I met a woman. Not unusual in itself. I met a different woman every day. But this was a different different woman. I hadn't realized it since it had b...ecome a way of life, but ever since my wife left me in 1996, I've been lonely. That's over 10,000 years of being lonely.Not alone. I dated and picked up women in the years before my death, but I never got close to anyone. And I've had a different woman in my bed almost every night for the past five months. Sex is a wonderful thing, but it doesn't. A few of the passengers glanced back at the two women. Agood portion of them gave the two women dirty looks, annoyed at theinterruption of their quiet bus ride. The blonde was a little shockedat how little the people on the bus cared for the plight of this poorwoman."Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked softly to the womannext to her."Not unless you can rewrite history," the black-haired woman saidthrough her sobs."What do you mean?" the blonde asked.The black-haired woman looked at. "Look at them nipples." I knew what he meant. By now, my nipples were easily more than an inch long and stiff, pushing against the material of the dress. I felt them rub against it as the blood coursed through them and it nearly made me cum. And my clitoris was huge and swollen too, a stiff little penis looking thing that they couldn't miss.They took me into the stock room and fucked me, each of them polite and unassuming. He was unaware that the words had put me completely in his control and. Wo udas ho gai, mai bola kya hua? Wo boli kuch nahi, mere jyada force krne pr usne mujhe bataya uske husband jyada uske pas rehte nahi, unko jyada pese ki padi hoti he aur rone lagi, mene uskesamjhaya aur hug kr liya, hug krte samay mera hatuske boobs ko lg rahe the, to mai chance mar raha tha,aab mere dimag mai har time planning chalti thi, aur mai hr roj usko madat lage iska intjar krta rehta tha. Summer ka time chalu hone ki wajh se uska beta terrace pe sone ke liye jod krne laga, lekin.