My First Betrayal: Sucking and Fucking the Bus Driver in My Own Bed
That morning in my bedroom, sunlight filtered through the curtains of our family home in west Paris. The pavillon was quiet, garden lush outside, no neighbors prying. I’d lived here forever, my bed a sanctuary for Tristan and me. But today, my heart hammered like a drum. Meleagant, the bus driver, 47 and charming as…
