Her long flowing red hair was tied tightly in a bun and the frontier dress with at least 6 petty coats and a corset that had her tied in so tight it t...tally concealed her gorgeous body. I had always seen her in rehearsal in street cloths before, this was so different. When the young braves brought her to me as the spoils after the massacre of her family and threw her at my feet, her hair fell from the bun and dress was accidentally torn exposing a butterfly tattoo over her left breast. I. They are both mature, responsible young people and I have no doubt they have as much chance – if not more – of making a happy and long-lasting marriage as anyone I know. Now, Mr. Styles. Have you had any concerns at all about my charge? Behaviour? Commitment to work? Achievement?" Why, no ... I mean ... there's a great many students here, so I wouldn't necessarily hear of minor problems..." Well, Mr. Styles, the reports we have received and the grades on the work that she's done, indicate that. That all changed one day as I was returning home after a long day in college. The bus was packed as always,and here I was standing in the middle hoping the 1 hr trip wouldn’t be as boring as usual. Within moments, I felt a hand brushing up against my ass. At first I thought someone was trying to grab the pole to hold on, until I realized the hand continued to massage my ass cheeks.Being shy, and this having never happened to me before, I didn’t turn around to see who it was. Enjoying what was. She was so excited that she almost gave herself away by moaning out her appreciation for his hot breath on her slit.Like magnets with unavoidable movement, his mouth and her slit came into contact with mutual accord and the touch of his lips on her privates made the young widow sigh with frustrated relief. She bent down with mock indignation and asked,"Whatever are you doing with your face in my privates, Mister Hamm? Not that I mind terribly but I don't want to get into trouble. Please stay.