His trueself unbound, he realized that it was not in his nature to willinglysacrifice himself for anybody's betterment. Life was precious to him, atle...st his own. Not that, now that he thought about, the existence he hadbeen living was a worthy to be called life for one such as he. Instead ofattempting to play shrinking violet before that idiotic pup on histhrone, he should have sent him to bed in a cold grave and taken thisbewitching temptress as his own. Now it was too late. Rather than. My husband was mingling in the crowd and left me talking to Tony as he was eyeing me up and down. He smelled so good I had to ask him what was he wearing and he laughed and said a black thong (just k**ding) he said he wasn't sure. He asked me what I did for a living and I told him whoever I can as I smiled and said (just k**ding). I looked down at his crotch and looked him back in the eye and smiled as I walked away. I walked out into the sun to find my husband talking to his buddy and the sun. "I stood out in the aisle and gestured."Go to hell," cried the slim young man.I grabbed him by the back of his coat collar and yanked him to his feet. The older man cried, "Wait. We are leaving, Isaac. It is what she wants."I nodded to him and he took his son's elbow and led him toward the front door. "You shall pay for this, you interloper," the younger man cried.After they left, I sat down and smiled at the girl, waving at a serving girl. "Care for a beer?" I asked."Cider, please," she said,. Slowly I moved it upwards with the rythm of the speed of bus and I reached the “Love hole” which was difficult to locate. I slowly started massaging the valley of love. She widened her legs slowly – her eyes were closed. I explored it – my hands gone futher inside. I inreased the speed of the gentle massage (since I did not want to hurt her or any unwanted movemnt which may be noticed by other passengers)By that time the lights were switched off and I got more corage.I made the legs more.