Meanwhile, she was still showing no reaction and had her eyes closed.By this time, I was almost sure that she was not reacting on purpose and I assume...d that she was liking what I was doing to her. I slowly moved on to her breasts which had captured my eyes right from the moment she entered the bus. Let me take some time to explain her vitals. God, she was sexy but not a very good face. She had an old woman’s face and a total MILF’s body.So I reached out to her left boobs with my right hand and. Feeling the folds of her lips. Warm.It’s finger kept dragging while pulling down her sheets. Dragging down her thick toned thighs. The skin still soft as the indent of her skin traveled down.Ama made a small gasp as the sheet was ripped from the bed.She could sense it. The air by her knees cold. The cold air slowly rising.A handprint began to imprint in her legs.It grabbed her thighs feeling them. It growled in excitement. Barely audible to Ama but she could hear it. Making her slightly bite. The fabric of the crotch panel forced its way between her labia. Someone else pulled up on the front, so there was a sort of tug of war, with the cloth scrubbing back and forth in her slit, rubbing her clit painfully. She was lifted off her feet by the pressure of cloth against her cunt, while someone cut the waistband by her hips. Then, with a yank and a tearing sound, her panties dragged painfully between her labia until they were gone, and she was dropped to her knees, naked on the floor.. It was November so it was about time for the first morning chill. It was getting cooler every morning for a month, but nothing like the drop from a low of forty eight degrees the day before to forty degrees that morning.It was warm in my bed. It was just cool outside of it. Yes I was tempted to stay in bed. If I had been with someone, I might have. Even though my bed was only a few inches wider than my prison bunk, it was a damn sight more comfortable. The bed had two sets of springs. One was.