I sat quietly keeping my legs covered with the skirt, though my unfettered nipples stood fairly proud and I was eyed up fairly by the men as they got ...in the bus though hardly a word was said and they nodded each in turn but ignored me after perhaps they were shy! We were soon on the motorway bowing along. After a while one wag, sat at the back next to me, called out to Ray the old saw “are we nearly their yet!” they all laughed, when he replied “look behave yourself Johnny boy or you won`t. Sadly, it’s getting late and once again the opportunity for me to talk to her hasn't arisen so I make my way to the ladies’ room to freshen up and then head home. As I walk out through the car park, my luck changes and I spot her heading to the bus stop. Her black heels cause her to walk slowly and her head is down. She has little confidence in her walk but her bum just screams spank me in her short tight skirt. I follow her slowly, going the long way round to the exit to gain a little more. .. daughter over, it was exactly what I least of all needed. Of course, I knew that sooner or later I had to face it and tell Anita everything, and after I'd told her all I could do was to hold my breath."I think it is time to introduce her to her father. Don't you think so?" Anita added, as if she needed an excuse to have her own daughter over."Oh... Well. I leave it up to you to decide. What are you going to tell her?" That you are her father." Just like that?" Oh, I'll tell her that we met. Eventually I moved to the UK and married a good looking but sadistic guy called Greg who very quickly realised the kind of girl I really was and exploited my feelings for his own benefit whenever he got the chance. We were regular members of a swingers circle and I quickly absorbed myself in the company of guys who were prepared to satisfy my particular tastes. Greg and I had long ago fallen out of love with each other but he took enormous delight in sharing me with his friends and strangers.