"My father was okay but my mother disliked me so much because I was kinda pretty and she was so very fat. When my father wasn't around I got verbally ...bused by her all the time." Oh Martina, I'm so sorry." You turned your life around but I couldn't. I didn't even know how to try." What days are you off?" Sundays and Wednesdays." Wednesday is tomorrow. Wanna go to the mall and do some shopping?" I'd love that!" she smiled for the first time I could remember."Still want that job at Whitman? I can. The crowd got even worse. As the journey continued, some more people got in.There was only one man standing at my back. He hit me every time the bus applied brakes or when the bus was on a hump or gutter. As I was wearing track pants, I could feel his every single touch directly on my ass. I felt his semi-erect cock inside his pant on my ass. I ignored that.But after some time, he was now touching my back continuously. He rested his cock area on my ass and I could feel his cock at my ass crack.. Mujhe neend hi nhi aa rhi thi… Baar baar bhabhi ke bareme soh kar mere lund khada ho jaata… Phir der raat jab bhabhi soh gayi.. Toh maine himmat karke unke boobs… Toh dabana chalu kiya… Aur phir dheere dheere pure sarir par hath ferne laga…. B maine unki gaand ko dabana chalu kiya ….. Arey! Kiya bolu kiya gaand thi ekdm soft… Maine phir dheere dheere unki saare ke under hath dalne laga.. Kiya bolu me … Kiya feeling thi… Achanak bhabhi jag gayi aur mujhe dekh liya… Tab mere hath unki gand me. (typical of all Chennai buses) and I boarded thebus having no other choice as the journey was almost an hour tohome . The bus was totally jam packed and after buying my ticket , Imanaged to push my way though to stand in the rear / middle of thebus. I was generally irritated, to be traveling in this crowd , butresigned myself to the long drive. After a while , I felt somethingbrush against my bottom and I casually glanced behind to notice amiddle aged person of about 50 plus standing behind me,.