The girls went over to the other guys and sat, one on each lap, leaving me without. The guys looked somewhere between ecstasy, embarrassment, and puzz...ement, not knowing quite what to do about this. Again, Ava laid out the plot. "This is a bachelor party, so by law, we have to embarrass the bachelor." I'm not convinced about the law, but that does seem to be the general idea, suddenly everyone was looking at me, they'd succeeded at embarrassing me, but I'm sure they had other ideas.She. 00 PM and the bus was crowded, we had to travel standing almost at the back row of the bus. The conductor issued tickets and lights were put off. It was clear full moon day, but it started raining. I was standing behind Widow aunt, the aroma of hair oil from Widow aunt’s hair knot was romantic and exciting. Widow aunt was 48yrs young, gracefully matured beauty. She was 5’6″ tall, sexy, voluptuous, heavyset, 75kg woman, with 44-38-48 figure and long smooth silky hair reaching her knees. Her hair. He swore under his breath and fisted a hand in my hair. “Damn, Steph… ” After a moment of that, he pulled me free, and forced me to my feet. Then he backed me up against the wall, I lifted my leg to rest against his hip as he pressed close to me and, with my free hand, I pulled my panties aside to guide him inside. I felt him bury his face in my shoulder as he started a steady thrusting rhythm in me. I felt his groans as they stamped into my flesh. I cupped his hair, and felt myself getting. She was short, had short red hair, and was sexy as hell. The man that hooks up with her is lucky as hell.” He looked at me like he was jealous that I could know someone like that. I just kept rowing and thinking about the only redhead I had ever gone out with. She had been tall, as tall as me, and her hair was long, all the way to her waist. And she hated gyms so I knew there was no way it could have been her. I finished my workout and went home. As I was showering I kept thinking to myself.