"It feels even better when you've had to hold on for ages!" She was biting the inside of her cheeks in agony, but was still giggling. "Show me your co...k," she said, and with some difficulty I managed to get my enormous erection out of my boxers. I started wanking it nice and slowly - I didn't want to come too soon - and she looked at me, her arousal showing through her grimaces of pain. After a few more minutes she said "Oh god I can't hold it any more!" Her legs were slightly apart, and she. They’re so focused on their fear of radical Islam that they’re alienating immigrants from other faiths. For some reason, white Canadians aren’t reproducing like they used to, and the fastest-growing demographics in the country are the Arab, African and Asian communities. Almost half of all people from these backgrounds follow Islam. Muslim families have a LOT of brats, and they see themselves as Muslim first and Canadian second, something which doesn’t sit right with many ‘traditional’. That's when the next phase of the plan started. I reached into the overhead bin and retrieved two blankets. I d****d the blankets over the both of us and whispered in your ear to begin what we discussed in bed earlier that night. You crouched in your seat so that you were out of view of the bus driver's rear view mirror and proceeded to push the blanket aside covering daddy's loins and pulled my sweats down just to expose my turgid cock. Then as planned... you attacked it. The idea being that. "I didn't hear as much about it as I should have. The Lindemann kid we had in here as a junior reporter should have been telling me more about it, but as a junior reporter he was about as useless as any I've seen since I've been here, and that was pretty damn useless. I don't know if I mentioned him, Susan, but I canned him the first of the month after only three months on the job, so I'm back to doing both jobs again."Susan was well aware of what that meant; it was a fact of life around her.