So tight," she said as her fingers began to thrust out of my needy cunt. I let out a soft moan almost purring as I felt myself being filled, my body t...itching and responding to her fucking fingers. This was better than I could have ever imagined. Better than getting it off to Julia Ann every night, better than thumbing through my dad's old hustler magazines, better than any of my fantasies. This was perfect I thought as my eyes started to close and her fingers started to drill in and out of me. She made me, a non-believer, a doer of evil, and a doubter of human good, a believer in love at first sight, a believer that there is a God, and a believer that one day I would win her heart. Full of myself at 17, I thought I knew everything, I knew nothing. Only, I wanted to know her. I loved her, wanted her, and needed her in my life. Yet, from fear of rejection, I could not even approach her. Instead, I dated her best friend, Arlene. I hoped, perhaps, by dating her friend, my daily. Rahul, who was sitting to my left, had collected a large bouquet at the wedding.Rahul had fallen asleep with the bouquet on his lap, this made our side hidden from view of other people on the bus. Suman was staring out the window.After a while I noticed Ma had leaned a bit too much on the front seat and her butt was touching Suman’s face. But instead of moving his face away,he kept it there and was enjoying the touch. I behaved as if I was sleeping but was observing the incident through the. While the cock on my right side belonged to a gray haired man who had to be in his fifties, his equally queer side kick was at most half of his age. I guess I became spellbound while carefully studying the up close sight of each nearby presened dick. How strange and different I felt then as both woman also moved in closer to get a better view of things. It was right then that I began to fight an inward battle with my mind. Part of the old normal me was saying that I should get up and run away.