We finally ended up getting into a crowded bus. She was standing in front of me, holding the top bar with one hand and shopping bags in the other. I h...ld the bar on the side seat with one hand and shopping bags with the other. The traffic was too much, so the bus was halting every now and then. My crotch was almost touching her ass cheeks. I got hard looking at her ass globes in front of my dick. I gently pressed my cock on one of her ass cheeks, the next time the bus halted. She did not even. It's become clich?d, but hey, it works! I mean, do you honestly think that people in our world would suddenly legalize female based slavery? Since I know of at least a few artists out there who get this concept reversed, let me explain what happens when females seriously outnumber us guys. It means there are five women for every man. If a woman wants to be the mate of any given man, she had better work her ass off, because the competition would be Fierce, (the capital F is on. This is crazy, I thought, high school is long past and after all, I am in a swing club. I took a deep breath and started toward the doorway. Unlike the guys in school who always sauntered around the locker room with their big cocks a-swinging, my flaccid little willie just stuck out and bounced slightly as I walked. There were three well-muscled jock types standing in the main aisle talking as I walked out of the shower room. Two were black and the other was a well-tanned blonde surfer looking. Raat ke kareeb 8 bajh rahe the or mai tv dekh raha tha ki mom khana lekar room may athe hai or kya dekha hu ki mom topless hai or sirf dupatta hai boobs ko cover karne kay liye and fully backless unkay bade bade doodh dupatte se saf dikh rahe the. kuch din mom ka yahi scene chala or kabi kabar jab woh kitchen may hothe toh dupatta ve nikal dete the maine window say dekha lakin yeh kahani ve kuch he din chali or fir hum apne ghar aa gaye or mom ka boob darshan ve bandh ho gaye.Abb mai pareshan.