When I reached the bus station, I found quite a crowd of peoplewaiting for the infrequent bus to the Twin Cities. I got my ticket andtook my place in... line behind a nice older lady who was a greatconversationalist. Finally the bus arrived and we made our way on board.Most of the seats were already taken so only the first boarders got seats.Lois and I moved about half way to the back and then learned we were goingto spend the two hour trip standing, smashed together with our coats andluggage. . I bid her g'day and asked her if she was a local. She was, and had been visiting there almost daily for fifteen years. I was dressed, by the way, in shorts and a T-shirt, with my backpack on. So after a chat I said I'd see her later after I set my camp and soaked up some sun. I found my own good spot under the trees about thirty meters further along. I'd been laying there on my back about twenty minutes when she wandered by for a talk. She said it had been pretty quiet this winter and she. She got her handbag towards her and tried to cover it. It was such a hard pointing boob as I felt with curvy round shape. Not like baggy soft thing which has no fun of touching or sucking at all. I looked at her in excusing expression and get adjusted. I really wanted to touch her boobs as it was my favourite and she is a pretty looking charming lady in her latter 20’s at that time.She may have married but no sign of a ring in her hand. With the time she tried get herself relax by adjusting her. ” “I came from his fingers, my juices all over his hand, I came and he made me scream his name,” I gritted out, my eyes on his. They were a tortured blue, cloudy with arousal, latent with need. “He fucked me, you know. Fucked me so hard. Just an hour ago I straddled his hips and rode him, his hands rough on my skin, his cock taking my body. He was inside me, Paul, right where you are now. He groaned at my tightness, at how perfectly we fit together, at how completely he filled me.” Paul’s.