Seperates me from them. Takes familiarity, humanity, out of equation. Easier to drop Whorehopper off overpass than Paul Jenkins. Easier to break Dope-...usher’s neck than John Smith’s. Body’s name is Thomas Coffee. Sixteen years old. Blue eyes. Black hair. Driver’s license expires two days short of one year from now. Means Body… Thomas… means Thomas got driver’s license Tuesday. Address, Social, height, weight… and picture of open eyed smiling Thomas. Should stop there. Quiet part tells me to. I was even feeling a little embarrassed for him that the shape of my body must be outlined against his leg and I couldn’t really move to avoid it.We rode for a few stops like this and then at the next stop the bus became even more jammed and I was forced back even tighter against the tall man with the nice smell. I even turned to apologize for crowding him. He just smiled back. It wasn't too long before I felt something distinctly new. I felt a warm touch to the back of my lower thigh. The only. I love your finger in me!” “I can think of something you’re gonna love even more up that hot little hole baby,” he said hoarsely.Fatima didn’t know what he meant, and besides, she hardly heard him, she was so caught up in the intense pleasure she was getting from his thick, piston finger. She closed her eyes and ignored everything else. The pleasure grew and grew in her pussy, till she was sobbing with it and clawing the blanket and soaking Taimur’s finger with huge sizzling spurts of. My hands fly immediately to your wrists to stop you. Have mercy, oh my love, have mercy! I see the puzzled look on your face as I peel your hands away, and Im sorry, but this is necessary. We men are not built as you women are, oh my beloved. Already I can feel the pressure building within. The mere touch of your smooth, girlish palm against my shaft weakens my last restraint on a veritable torrent of desire that is dammed up behind it. Should you begin to stroke me, that desire will surely be.