Mimi sat cross-legged next to me, her supplies laid out beside her. She knows what she’s doing. The leg is dressed neatly. I let my eyes close while...she worked. When I opened them, I thought I caught her looking at the blue-covered lump at my crotch.She finished my dressing and got off the bed. I started to get up. Don’t know why. Nothing pressing.“No, you stay there. Let it rest.”I obeyed. Closed my eyes. I just let myself drift until I felt the bed move as Mimi crawled in beside me. I turned. I was pushed and prodded as I tried to find a space to stand and eventually found myself in the middle of the bus right at the bottom of the stairs, not that it was worth going up to find a seat for the short journey but I couldn’t anyway as the stairs were occupied by students half way up or half way down, how the hell do they get so many people on a bus??It was crazy there were people talking over each other and even having conversations with people 10 foot away and I was being pushed and. I was frankly amazed at the way those women were behaving as the men took off their outfits as they danced. Some of them had to be restrained when they tried to get up on the stage with the dancers.[What do you expect? They were healthy, rutting young females!]There were cries of "Take it all off and show us what you got," and "Show us the package baby." The girls fed me drinks and made lewd comments such as:"Look at the lump in his thong. Is your guy hung like that, Baby?" Alice asked. Then. I was just waiting to kiss those lips and extract every drop of milk from her awesome tits (although that might not have been possible). After about thirty minutes of studying (it was not a teaching-learning process though) she started fidgeting with my legs under the table. She had removed her sandals (oh I forgot to mention about those black high-heeled sandals in the introduction) and was working her right leg up my left one, all over my shin to my knee, then she moved her leg up to my thigh.