”“You think so?”“Are you kidding? With your looks, anybody would go for you. I mean, look at you! You’re six feet tall, slender, strong, you...have a hairy chest and belly...”“You’re embarrassing me.”“ ... and your head is so well shaped and your face is so gorgeous, and the way your short, dark hair lays casually on your head.”“You’re going to make my head too big and that won’t look good at all.”Bridget chuckled and shook her head. “Anyway, maybe you’ll find Ms. Right. Which one do you prefer?. I turn from her and head to the computer. I put on some music; light and relaxing; explosions in the sky; something soothing to calm her. I undo my belt from around her hand and she stretches her jaw quickly. She blinks her eyes that are run with mascara, stained lightly with tears. She exhales a long breath and looks up at me, quiet and grateful she says thank you Sir, and I lift her chin in my hand, smiling at her and kissing her forehead.I tell her not to worry. I have a number of different. His thighs are hairy, warm and strong. My forefingers are tickling his small hairs on the thighs. I waited for his reaction, he did not move or showed any signs of objection.This and the darkness in the bus gave me courage to proceed further. I slowly pushed my hand towards his balls and could touch the warm and tight ball sac as he did not wore any underwear. Slowly I cupped his hairy balls and pressed them smoothly. I could feel his heavy breathing and a small sweet moan came from his mouth.. His hand wandered further down, he stroke her thighs, approaching her crotch ever so slowly. She was trembling with anticipation, then he pushed his fingers against her crotch, she wished she wasn’t wearing jeans anymore. She rocked her hips and rubbed her pussy against his fingers. ‘Good girl.’ He said cooing. ‘That a daddy’s sweet little girl. Yeah. You’re my little sweety. Yes.’ He gave her a friendly nod as he kept on probing around in between her legs. Stephanie vaguely remembered.