The space was separated from the rest of the bus by a sort of waist-high divider. It’s unusual to see an Indian lady traveling alone but even more u...usual to choose to position herself with her buttocks towards a man behind her! In India ‘gropers’ are notorious. It would not matter I was a white western male as some Indian women believe we are oversexed deviants anyways. I would guess she was around 40 years old. It was terribly hot that night and she was wearing the typical light Indian Sari. "Hey you're my girl right?" Ryan replied.An awkward silence fell between the two of them, Jade wasn't sure what hemeant by that and between the alcohol and the fight both of their musthave been racing quite a bit. Still her silence served as a prompt forhim, and he realized what he had said could be misinterpreted, "Well youknow I mean you're my dance partner, and it was the gentlemanly thing todo."Before she could reply Charlotte came in with the ice. She didn't need toreply anyway she was. They would almost leap out of her big bra and then roll around on her chest for a few seconds before gravity took over completely. Because my window was higher than hers, I had a pretty good view of her from the waist up as she sat in front of her mirrored dresser. When she sat down, it looked like her huge tits would finally come to rest on her lap. I couldn’t tell for sure if they hung all the way to her lap but it looked pretty darned close. As she slipped off her bra, she would usually give. Full embrace and this time his tongue parted my lips and as our tongues met for the first time my body melted. I could feel the feeling of warmth flow through me like a thermometer on a hot day. We continued kissing like this for what felt like forever but in reality, was probably 5 minutes. As we embraced, he moved his hand inside my dress and placed it on my breast inside my bra. I didn’t even flinch as I normally would have, it felt awesome so large on my small breast. Warm, strong and it.