Pauline was driving us now to the club in the city we passed the entrance of the club, and took a right turn down a one way street, where luckily for ...s a car pulled out of a parking space and we were able to park about 60 yards from the entrance. She had said little during the journey here, she seemed to be contemplating something, and I was about to find out what it was.Pauline turned off the engine, and began to speak.As I mentioned earlier she said, a few things have come to my attention. I wonder if my skirt is dangerous. Have I chosen to laud my sexuality in too much show?Ever so slowly he moves in his seat so that only I can see his hands. He slides the flat of his palm across his crotch, and even from the other side of the bus, I can see the outline beneath his jeans.I feel a rush in my own crotch and purposefully turn away from him to look out the window at nothing.Men and their cocks are the sole reason I am riding the bus today, so he for one can take his rock-hard gift. " About five minutes later we heard something that sounded like "Fuck the Reapers MC!" we stood up with pistols tucked in our waist band. I singled out a big skin head flying Original colors and threw a hay-maker to his temple sending him flying. I felt a bottle bust over my head. I stumbled then gained my composure and turned to confront the attacker. He looked at me and must have shit his pants. I broke his nose and probably one of his eye sockets. He went down.I looked around and realized we. “I am really sorry I haven’t introduced myself to you earlier. I just don’t see you out much”, I said apologetically.It was hard to gather my thoughts as she walked in front of me. I thought it was deja vu as she walked slowly ahead. It was just like my dreams. All I had to do was grab her by the waist and make love!“No, it is completely fine. I don’t go out much. Myself Nayiad. I have seen you many times working in your kitchen, you cook pretty well”, she comforted me.I took the appreciation.