I mean hell, she was having a fucking blast and I had something to do with it. Ok, so my tongue spasms were being caused by root canal shock therapy, ...ut hey isn't that something you can hang a flag on?Well she fucked up. She had moved over to my right side just to where I could get my hand on her thigh and as she finished her last little quake, she tried to climb off, fuck that, it wasn't happening. I grabbed hold of her thigh and held her in place and started all over again.All she could at. All her wiggling served to do was to make his manhood grow and throb against her bottom. As the bus doors closed and the vehicle began to rattle down the street once more she realized that the movement of the bus was rubbing this man against her, and, much to her horror, she thought she felt his fingers delicately playing with her bottom as well. Slowly the hem of her sari began to rise, and she looked around frantically. No one could see what was happening, the way the man behind her was. The Ford Motorcar Company told me, and I verified it through an independent mechanic, that the frame had been wrenched out of shape. It could be straightened, but wouldn’t drive the same, not really.I sat down with Vanessa and Gertie Oppenheimer, our financial guru, and went over the numbers. Neither of them knows any more about cars than I do. So I asked one of my freelancers, a Winter Irregular, Joey Viagra, to sit in.After he had shared his most recent erection experience, which he assured. Only those who are above age may attend the ceremony, and only the council may remain past twighlight. During sundown, the girl who is of age is celebrated, and crowns of ferns and flowers are tossed at her. A feast is held and each member in attendence must bring a fruit, representing her fertility. Once nighttime rises, the regular attendants must leave and only the council remain. It has been rumored they allow for your first sexual experience to occur. The girl lies on the table and is.