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I quickly sat in the now vacant seat, as I pulled my cardigan across my front. I self consciously looked to see whether anyone else had been aware of my frontal display. No one was, but had I seen the woman glance back at me as she got to the front of the bus? There was now a definite tingle between my legs, I felt close to tears with embarrassment. Further journeys followed with her invariably some distance from me. She showed not the slightest awareness of me. Until one day, I had taken a vacated seat. The driver had shouted for people to, “Move along the bus please”, as they do, and there she was, stood beside me, our positions reversed from the previous similar encounter. On the same stretch of twisty road where she’d had to hang on, I had to do the same. Her backside bumped against my hand, then was gone. It was repeated once or twice more. I was staring at her ass, thinking what a beautiful shape it was. As I looked, her body turned around, and exactly as had happened to me, someone wanted by. My eyes were glued to my hand, strange thoughts going through my mind. Would her front touch me? I realised with a shock that it was what I was waiting for. Then it did, again just a brief bump, seconds later though, it was repeated but seemed to press against indian my knuckles for longer. This happened several more times until the bus hit a bad bump and I felt her crotch grinding on my hand. I dragged my eyes away, trying to sneak a look at her face. She was looking toward the front of the bus. Then I saw her as she reached for the ‘stop’ button. My hand went between her legs as she stretched, I could actually feel the heat. Then she was gone. I found that day a struggle, my thoughts simply kept returning to the bus ride, how close her pussy had been to my hand, only separated by the material of her clothes. Each time my thoughts dwelt on it, I would feel my face get hot and my panties were definitely getting wet, I found myself pressing my fingers down between my legs. Finally, I gave in, I rushed to the washroom, thank God it was empty, then I was sat with my panties around my ankles, furiously rubbing my clit. It must have been the quickest orgasm that I’ve ever had, my body had needed the release but it didn’t take away the tension within me. My thoughts for this woman had now changed. I craved for her touch. I sat there for ages with my eyes closed, dreaming of her body against mine, even of her undressing me and then to touch me. All this time, I had been unconsciously playing with my clit again. I felt another orgasm building up, I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to imagine it was her wanking me, and I reached my other hand under, to force my fingers up my pussy. I almost fell off the toilet seat, as I climaxed, it was shattering this time, mind-blowingly intense. Some days later I was waiting for the bus, I now carried my coat, the rain had cleared and it was now quite warm. Slow and deep. I'm sure we can find a nice bull for you." “I said, let’s have a look at you,” Brian’s father repeated, a little less politely. My cock slid out of her tight throat with an audible pop. She sucked it like it was a race. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his round, firm ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small dick responding to the ministrations and rising to it's full 4.5" length, his large testicles making it look even smaller than it was. Jim slowly pulled his hand out of her leggings and saw the shiny wetness coating his fingers. I hardly remember anything from school after that." And besides, even though touching indian young girls is a crime in Kassan, it isn’t a crime in Incestia.” ***********************End of Chapter 2*********************** Connie shook her head in agreement. My professor said something.