So here today I stand on a fully packed commuter bus, it's 07:35 and heading to the city, the same bus is always packed, and the same men always crush... against me, my body is sensitive to men touching, I feel the slight increase in pressure, but standing in my preferred position, holding on to a pole and hanging strap, allows the gropers the freedom to feel, and trace my panties elastic into my crotch, or press their exposed cocks between my bum cheeks, trust me guys, you really can feel a girls. Aur aab uski boobs ko chuste nipple kk masalate khichate to kabhi chut mai ungli ghusate. Maza de raha tha. Ab wo mera lund chut par ghisne lagi.Ab humse saha nahi ja raha tha. Maine halkese lund uski chut main ghusaya aur sooch karte thoda thoda jor dekar. Chodne laga. Ab hume nashe ki mast dhun sawaar honese bohut mast feel ho raha tha.Mano bas hum dono ke alawa hume kuch bhi dekhai ya sunai nahi de raha tha. Kya batao dosto itna mast sex hota hai beer ke nashe main bas pucho mat. Sab dimag. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You haven’t stopped sneaking looks at my shoulders and arms while we’ve been talking. Sometimes your eyes drift to other places… When I gesture with my hands, you follow them, every time.’ There was a pause, while he spread his hands dramatically and Kelleigh watched, smiling sheepishly. Then his gesture drifted up to his face. ‘And every so often… your eyes just get lost… looking into mine…’ After a longer pause, Kelleigh blushed again and looked down. ‘I think you would. “Yeah, sure. Hop in” He said.She did and K. drove off.She, M. was in her early 20s, a student at the local University, white, about 5’5”, with short, boyish, black hair and dressed in pretty ordinary clothes: Tight jeans, loose top with a heavy-duty brown jacket with huge, fur-lined lapels. She wore high-heeled ankle-boots and surprisingly little make-up. A small handbag and a mobile phone was all her hand luggage. They chatted for a bit as K. drove down the whole length of Boris Avenue once.