I merely apologised and said I had nothing and continued walking.“Lying slag”, she shouted back. I turned around to look at her. “Yeah, you, y...u fat slag”, she taunted me.I took a couple of steps towards her. “I said I had nothing”, i replied.She came up to me now and stood right in my face. “Fucking fattie cow keeping yer money to yerself”!! She poked me right in the tit and that point I flushed red in rage so I pushed her hard. She fell back on her arse as I yelled at her to get lost. . .Soon the conductor came andchecked our tickets and then finallyhe switched off the lights inside thebus...I too tried to fall asleepbecause I knew it was going to be avery boring journey...now guysbefore this I never had anypractical experience in sex...Anyhow after about an hour or so Iwas almost drowsy when I suddenlyfelt something on my thighs...As itwas very dark I almost couldn’t seeanything...Anyway there was littlemoonlight coming in from thewindow...I realised that it was the hand. Leaning back against my husband and resting my head against his shoulder, I sighed again, then giggled. “It’s spectacular!” “Oh!” It had taken him a moment to notice our neighbor and become aware of my double entendre, but I was sure I that there was a hint of desire in his voice. “She looks good enough to eat, doesn’t she?” I allowed my own voice to betray the arousal that had gripped me and turned around in his arms, rubbing my crotch against his and feeling the confirmation in all its steely. Theywill be hand delivered to your family's houses from then till ChristmasEve."There was a knock on the door. It wasn't an unknown knock, but a knockI'd heard a few times."Did you invite Rachel?" I asked Mr Hobson, signalling Susan to stayseated."No, but I'm sure Mr Moore asked her and Ellen to come along, just incase they were needed."I glanced at the others. There were a few shakes of heads, some othersshrugged."Sorry, but do you think they will be offended if we only allowed MrMoore in?" I.