"That boy bothering you, lady?" she called, looking back up in the mirror.The boy beside her stood and started walking toward the front of the bus. Ms...Carnahan stood and stepped to the aisle. She growled something as the boy stepped in front of her. He pulled something from around his neck and showed her, then turned and started walking back.But it wasn't Ms Carnahan behind him anymore. Instead, it was a twenty-something redhead wearing a hot pink string bikini, her hands at her boobs,. Could she live a life diametrically the opposite? They needed to talk, but he did not want to raise the questions: he recognised the fear that she would agree and that they would reluctantly part for good.Then came the clear thought. What had to be done was what was best for her. How could that be done? Be practical, he told himself, and began to ponder the possibilities.It occurred to him that part of the pain of Susan's rejection of him was that he was not party to what she decided: he was. I didnt think to much at first as it was super crowded & the person probably did not even know what they were leaning on. But then the hand started inching over & cupping my arse cheeks throuh my school skirt, I tried to move away but there was just no room to move, I tried to look around to give the person a filthy look but I could not even do that. The fingers dropped below my skirt & started to inch there way up my thighs, I wanted to scream but thought I would look like a histerical idiot.I. She usually ends up laughing at me as I jerk my cock, calling me her dirty little slut as I become so submissive. I cannot help it though, as I love having her squeeze and slap my balls and tweak my nipples. Of course, the closer I get to cumming, then the intensity of the slaps and squeezes increase. Anyways, it had been four days since I'd had the honor of being with her. So last night, I ended up massaging her back and butt for about an hour. Of course, I had an erection all the way through.