I could only be grateful that they were at least being quiet. I hated being molested this way. But I wanted to avoid drawing attention to what they we...e doing. I was humiliated enough without the other passengers being made aware of my plight.As the boy beside me played with my pussy the boy behind me reached around and worked his hand inside my loose blouse. I felt his sweaty hand slide down and grasp my breasts and start squeezing them painfully. All I could do was sit there and cry.The bus. My actions must have excited him too. He was rubbing himself over his shorts. I started playing with my boobs with one hand and my other hand went down over my tummy and then down between my thighs.By this time Rohan had put his hand inside his shorts. This excited me even more and i started rubbing my clitoris. I was so engrossed in myself that i didn’t know what Rohan was doing. The hot water on my body, my hand on my breast and my rubbing my clitoris had taken me to another world. I didn’t. My step mom always waited up for me to get home. Dad, working early and long hours would have been in bed for quite sometime and sound asleep. My step mom would always greet me with a kiss, a lovers kiss. She would take my jacket, book bag and anything else I was carrying from me, take my shoes off and offer me a snack or drink, just as any good housewife should. We would then make our way down stairs to the family room on the opposite end of the house from where my dad was sleeping. On the. They were transparent, except for a little yellow patch front and center. The yellow patch allowed one to clearly tell that this woman's pubic hair was exactly the same color brown as the hair on her head.When the game resumed, it was obvious why we were playing poker at a low glass table. Nothing was going to be hidden.I tossed in my ante. Decision time was rapidly approaching. If I didn't get really lucky quick, I was going to have to strip down and quit, or auction something off. I wondered.