And I could equally tell hedesperately wanted a real answer, the truth.I didn't speak. I didn't do anything. I certainly didn't move away fromhim, a... all. I wouldn't move away from the feelings his fingertips weregiving me, their movements languid and pleasurable. If anything, Iprobably pushed my ass at him even more.Our eyes continued to do all the talking, I suppose. My tingles wereracing, emanating from his fingers. Inside my soul. I couldn't lookaway from this man, and I got the. Of course, as soon as he leaves, I’m running to the phone to call Jana. She’s the only one who knew about this date. “J, he is some sort of…I don’t know.” She’s cracking up. She’s heard all kinds of stories about his prowess. “He worked that magic on you I see. I told you. Julia told you about those two women proposing to him.” I remember that. They weren’t even major girlfriends, and they wanted to marry him. I get it. He is a sweetheart. When he’s not drinking and doing cocaine. “Shut up J.”. I closed my eyes, pulling the knickers to one side, as my fingers gave me pleasure, my outer labia parted. I opened myself further, held it open for Mark to photograph. I ran a finger over my clit, pulling the hood back so I could excite it. I fingered myself, one finger, then two, then three. I was on the point of coming when I felt a hand on my wrist. I opened my eyes to see Anja, the redhead. Her face was in front of mine, our lips met, and she kissed me, her fingers ran lightly over my wet. Unfortunately, the bus station was packed. It’s mid-February and a lot of people was going to Cox’s Bazar as it was Thursday. I couldn’t manage a ticket after running to multiple bus counters. Finally, on my fourth attempt, I got a ticket for a Non Ac Bus. I felt relieved as it was a window seat. At least I can enjoy the breeze. The bus was late as usual but when it arrived, it wasn’t too bad. I got on and took my seat. After a while, a boy of around 17-18 jumped in and took the empty seat.