The dejection overwhelmed me, and I behaved dour to everybody until one morning I found her at a bus stop. She had a violet folder held in her arm. My... heart leapt and I smiled. Instantly, the girl beside her struck me dumb."That's-V," I said. "But, what's she doing down here?I called her V because I called her sister J. Their names were Veronica and Jessica. I liked J since she was my friend. I liked V, as she was the prettiest and hottest African American girl I knew. She attended the College. Jenny stood beside the bed and looked at the well-shaped legs, the gently heaving breast, and the young face. Hardly daring to breathe, she stretched out a hand and holding the nightdress by the hem, gently lifted it up to expose her niece's young pussy. It was perfectly smooth and the lips were full and just slightly parted to reveal the soft pink inner folds. Susan continued the feign sleep as she felt the nightdress being lifted. Her whole body was alive with excitement. Would Jenny be. I could see down the front of her top as she crawled, her two large, delicious breasts jiggled and swayed hypnotically--barely contained by the tight black bra that contained them. It wasn’t just me, there was something different in the attitude of the group this time—an extra degree of tension. Perhaps they had suspected my infatuation with Jessica this whole time, as much as I tried to keep it secret--even from myself. Perhaps they noticed something different in the way Jessica approached her. Whenever the bell rang, she anxiously looked toward the door. Waiting for her married lover, Si decided. Still they carried on a decent conversation while she waited. She was happy to share stories about her job and passengers she’d dealt with.After watching her hopes rise when somebody arrived, then fall again when she saw it wasn’t him, Si said, “Look, Frankie, I know the deal. Wes explained that you’re in love with a married guy. I don’t care about that, but if he’s bringing his wife, what.