They shook their heads no mutely. They weren't looking at his face. They were looking about half way down his body. Bill looked down to see what they ...ere looking at. Bill's bare chest had a mass of curly black hair that tapered towards the center of his waist and disappeared into his boxers. All he was wearing was his boxers. Normally that wouldn't be too bad because boxers cover as much as a very conservative swim suit. Unfortunately, his morning condition tented the material dramatically."Oh. I can’t help but jerk my head, moaning as pain burns through my scalp as well. “Fuck!” I manage. Tears well from my eyes and cling to my lashes. I can feel a little drool pooling at the corners of my mouth, leaking out as I cry out once more as your hand comes into contact with my already bruised flesh. “Who is my dirty little fuck girl?” “I am, Miss,” I manage as your palm falls once more. Fingers turn to claws as you grip my cheek. Your nails press into my tender flesh until I squirm. Then the bus started and he introduced himself and we were just speaking some normal things. Mean while he told he is business man and used to travel frequently and asked abt me. I told I’m a student aged 21 and going to Chennai for my relative marriage. Then we were talking casually. I was wearing bermuda and T-shirt. While talking he just taken my hand in his hand and one just kept one hand on my thigh initially I felt bit uncomfortable but kept quite. Mean while the bus stopped in some. She held her breast up to me, her eyes telling me to suck on her nipples. I was able to lower my face over them and nibble on the nipples until they were twice as large as normal. I moved back and stared into her eyes. They watered with the feelings of a deeper desire to spend more time together.She placed a finger around her clit, teasing it, sending shock waves thru both our bodies.I could not get enough of this woman, wanting to fuck her and make her happy and content.“Kandy, baby, would you.