Each downward stroke teased some more of my foreskin back which left me feeling the chill of the air on my exposed head as it played peek-a-boo. I rea...hed for the vibe and turned it on. The familiar buzzing sounded loud against my shallow breathing as I guided it around my cock. Running it up one side and over the head, pausing at the sensitive area just under the base caused me to catch my breath."Oh. Fuck...!" I exclaimed. I had forgotten how powerful it was considering its small size, the. But it is a ladies seat and fortunately, there are no female passengers competing for that seat. I requested the driver to provide that seat to me and he simply said, go and request the girl sat next to that seat. I went near her and explained the situation that I was waiting for an hour and requested to accept. She accepted and I got adjusted to that seat. Now coming to her, she was in her jeans and t-shirt. Her measurements 32b 28 34(I came to know later). She just looks alike heroine nivetha. Just as I walked into class I saw her waiting outside of it with her boyfriend, they were arguing, as I walked by I heard him call her a slut. Boy did that shit piss me off.Just as I walked into class ignoring what he just said I dropped my bag and turned around and walked straight up to him, “What the fuck did you just call her” I said not knowing what had taken hold of me, you see I am a very lax guy and have very few problems of my own with people, but a guy talking to a girl like that is. But now Marge was trying to expand her authority beyond the backyard.“Marge, I’m not comfortable with this,” she started.Marge quickly interrupted her. “I don’t see why not. It’s warm enough in here.”“But I can’t be naked all the time. It’s immoral.”“You let me be the judge of hat. If I don’t find it offensive, then how can it be wrong? In fact, it’s almost immoral to hide that body. Now, off with the clothes.”“But,” Kathleen started to protest.Again, Marge interrupted her. “But nothing. Off.