I turned my eyes to the window again and stared into the endless whizzing darkness outside. It was a good feeling to ride through the star-lit nowhere...land! Where I was breathing against the window it started to steam up and blur - and when I kissed it I could peep out through the markings of my lips... When our bus hit a pot-hole around a sharp bend my neighbour tumbled towards me and braced himself clumsily with one hand against my upper thigh between my legs. But he didn't pull his hand. His full palm descended on the meat of her right cheek with a more resonant smack than before and an accompanying explosion of heat. He repeated with equal vehemence, twice, and the handprint burned its way into her flesh. She felt herself being twisted about his lap and found it was so he could access her other buttock with equivalent force. A trio of fierce blows landed there on top of each other—one, two, three—making her scream and squirm against his cock—his raging hard cock. “God, lady,. "No! Be nice. Business is business, but when I go home ... I just want to curl up, you know?" Sure. Yeah," he nodded sympathetically. "What, uh ... How old are you?" How old do you think I am, Officer?" I arched my thin eyebrows playfully."Um, I don't know," he shrugged. "Nineteen?" Oh, you are sweet!" I sighed. "I'm going to be twenty-three next month." Really?" Mitchell nodded. "I'm twenty-one myself." Maybe you'd like to take me out on my birthday?" I pulled him by the neck and he didn't. Kara looked up to see Chris fondling his cock, which was not hard yet."Kara?" her RAD asked softly."Yes, what is it, RADy-poo?" she whispered."Would you be willing to have Chris stroke you gently between your legs?" Yes," she hissed between gritted teeth.She felt him sit on the bed, then felt his hand touch between her legs. She stiffened instinctively. Grubby paws on her tender, precious parts. He started rubbing slowly. It didn't hurt -- but it was gross. She started crying softly."It would.