A knee? A hand? Deliberate, or an accident, I couldn’t tell. The gentleman in front of me smiled, “We’ll try to make this as pleasurable a ride ...s possible, Missy.” I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Scream? Push his hand away? Part of me liked the attention I was getting. Besides, I thought, ‘How far can it possibly go? We’re on a crowded bus!’ I let it go and smiled back. The hand on my bum moved upward, and I heard the zipper of my skirt as it slid with the hand. The hand moved to my thigh. And……………. we both reached there. She reached little earlier than me but she took me there along with her. Our little sweated sexy and naked bodies in an air conditioned bed room were resting on the bed in the same 69 position. We both made each other’s pussy dry by licking the juices in and around of pussy. We both were breathing fast and I could see a clear sign of satisfaction on her face. I told her that I have to go because my mom-in-law must be waiting for me. She holds my hand and looked. When we got out of the car I noticed that her skirt was very short, on top of this she was showing plenty of tit in her low cut top. This made my cock begin to swell, now this was different as I became a little uncomfortable in my restraint.Jac noticed this and looked very pleased with herself. "Are you okay darling?" she said smiling. I managed to say I was fine as we entered the supermarket. The supermarket was fairly busy as we began filing our trolly, I could not believe it when she bent. Frank slowed down as he approached. A suicide bomber who had just been thwarted ran into a crowded bar…and didn’t blow up? The priest thought for a moment. Attacking the 69th dead on would not have been effective if the bomber was gunned down in the middle of the street before getting close to them, so circling around made sense… But then again, the terrorist wouldn’t need to rush if Fr. Williams were dead. Logically, the suicide bomber must have concluded that the priest was alone—clergy.