My hands came up, cupping my mouth and nose, my fingertips stopping short at my eyes. I tried to regain composure to talk to him. ‘How old were they...��’ ‘He was three. She was twenty nine.’ I strained the words out, almost between my teeth, they were painful to speak. ‘Young. Too young to die. I can’t say any words that will magically fix things. That never happens. It’s not like a tv show where someone dies one week then the next shit moves on. Things will be fucked up for ages. And they don’t. The bus seemed to get stuck in traffic as her fingers started to make their way up my leg and very soon had slipped inside the legs of my shorts, I don’t even think the bus driver could see what was going on.My mystery lady looked up at me as her hand reached right inside my shorts and her fingers enveloped my stiff rigid shaft but I was all to conscious of the fact the bus was moving again and my stop was imminent.The bus indicated to pull over and not only were there people waiting I had to. He thought she might stop then. He felt her languid body grow tense again and she pulled back to look at him. “Oh, God,” she said with wonder in her voice. “What are you doing to me?” “Kissing you. Touching you. Do you want me to stop?” God, he hoped not! She was more than he could have ever hoped she would be. Beautiful in her soon-to-be-mother’s body, sexy in a shy way, and more responsive than any woman he had ever met. “It feels too good to stop. I want more,” was her needy reply. And he. Attitude is everything. How many big women do you see wearing tight sexy clothing? There is not very many. It seams that once a woman thinks she is fat, out goes the tight clothing and in comes the loose baggy clothing. There is nothing a man could do or say to change her attitude. But when a woman wears tight clothing, you can tell she is confident.Ted and Kathy hit it off as soon as she sat down next to him. Their large bodies pushing up against each other in the tight airplane seats.