God, she wished a guy would come over to fuck her.She touched the back of her hand to her forehead. She was very warm, burning up all over. The tingli...g between her legs wouldn't stop. She had to do something about it, right away. But with what?She looked on Mom's dresser. Her brush had a round handle, but it was thin. That wouldn't do. Her own brush had a flat handle. She clenched her jaws and squeezed her legs together. Mrs. Thorn's rubber thingie would be perfect, but she couldn't just go. The bus jolted off, eveyone swaying with its motions, those with free hands trying to hold on to a strap for support, those seated counting there blessings.Not two minutes into the ride though I felt a hand on my bottom. 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. P.c.o. Ka hone ke wajah se nahi pata chal paaya. Shaam ko jab main chhat par gaya to shilpa ander baithe hue the or uske bagal me seema baithe hue the, shilpa mujhe dekhar halka sa muskara de lekin kuch kaha nahi tabhi seema ne mujhe ander aane ke liye kaha or main ander chala gaya, waha room me mere shilpa or seema ke alwa koi nahi tha or seema humdono ke bare me jaante the isliye main shilpa ke bagal me jaakar baith gaya or wohi seema ke samne hi maine shilpa ko ek kiss kiya, to shilpa ne. The silence is deafening, with the exception of the odd cough and rustle of the morning paper, of those with a seat.The outside air is cold, very cold, and the sky is still dark and as you peer into the darkness you see all the reflections of those around you, bouncing off the blackness and the cold, outside, reflected back into the light and heat of inside. You note those sleeping and their little peculiar nuances, something you would only see if you watched them in the privacy of their own.