Even with its unsureness, the silent conversation between our muscles continues in a communication that verges on imperceptible. I set out to develop this. Slowly I allow the bobbing of the road to start sliding my hand off the side of my lap, towards the space between us. The peaks and troughs of the cadence inching me towards that goal. The process is agonisingly incremental but I commit to this “accident”. Seductively I am coaxed closer and closer until my hand finally falls off my lap entirely in my feigned slumber. I groan internally when I realise the gap is bigger than I anticipated. Proceeding with this extended babe journey, I repeat the method played out by the rhythms of the road. I’m sure she must be asleep by now, it’s definitely late, but I’m driven by a beastly desire now and don’t care. I feel the hairs on my wrist fold having closed the gap to almost nothing. My heart pounds furiously in my chest and I feel my deepthroat cock flex involuntarily through the tension. I look down and flex purposefully this time. I can see the silhouette strain under its canvas, demanding attention. I refuse it for now, clenching my jaw from intense desire. I twitch my finger drowsily against her tights and feel a slowly increasing pressure against it. She must be leaning in to me! Though all the swaying means there’s a lot of noise shrouding this conversation and its fraught with error margins: There’s never quite certainty, only replication is blowjob on my side. I continue closer until the whole back of my hand is against her: it’s at the point of transition from her thigh to her bum. The comfortable lulling of the bus moves our bodies and I feel myself gently rubbing against the nylon clasping her legs. It’s been at least a quarter hour since she turned off the light now, possibly more. Using japanese only my left hand and concealed by the dark, I discreetly remove my earphones. I am sprinkled in a low general hum generated by sounds of the road and the engine intertwined. Over this I can still make out the presence of others. Hearing her breath sleepily next to me I become aware of the rise and fall of her chest in my periphery and I can feel it resonate throughout her body. I read the spotted potential of messages from her body through our maintained connection for a while. My flexes and gentle pressures at our points of contact increase on a gradient, becoming self-indulgent. Suddenly I am surprised by her movement. I recoil swiftly but minutely, afraid to be ‘caught’ touching her with my hand. The contact between our legs has ceased. She shifts in her chair for a moment and then sinks, settling back down. I work to steady my breathing from the surprise and assess the new situation. It was a convincing spatter of drowsy adjustment... or maybe she’s only just now become aware of the game I’ve been playing and doesn’t like it! I consider this a moment: It is possible but I find it hard to believe considering the development. I try to focus. I can just about discern her profile, lit by a steady glow of moonlight now that our journey has escaped streetlights. A pillow is scrunched up against the window. A single ear pokes sweetly from her hair, facing away from me as if it is coy. The other is pressed firmly into the soft mass of her pillow and she is turned asian toward the night. Her big bag in the footwell has been squashed slightly at the top because it now supports her feet and she is resting her knees on the seat in a loose foetal position. Craving an ever-deeper intimacy I don’t want to stop. I’m questioning myself, doubting whether to continue. And talking to you like this is getting me excited right now. She knew as soon as she was naked, or even before, my cock would be bulging out it, as it was on this occasion with Pam watching. “Yep, go grab a bale of hay and that blanket. She was hungrily sucking his cock when he began to grunt. James exhaled slowly, attempting to calm himself and even out his ragged breathing. The bitches were quickly stripped, collared, and shackled then them and the men were taken to the public squares. They were tied. “Back to LA. She told us blowjob yesterday… she left about an hour ago.” His eyes closed when she put his knob in her mouth and enveloped his long shaft. This is where the story ends for most North Koreans. It would be so exciting if my daughter won. “Fuck off!” I snapped, and marched past her. When do you want me home? It was strange, but oddly sexy. Laura scuttled into the toilet to hide while Daniel answered the door to receive the food. Giggling half-convincingly, she pushed open the door japanese a little more, giving Guy an unobstructed look at her curves. Well, more of a girl forced me to kiss her. Don’t forget to call me just before you go into the leisure centre.” All the way to the restaurant, she kept asian brushing her hand across my crotch, kissing my neck, caressing my thighs. Something she had never done before and knew that she wanted to do it again. “No, that’s Zander who’s pragmatic.” Faltia said, “It was he who told her to spare you, it was he who came up with the plot against the babe Ten, and it was he who got Arbor on our side. No baby you are mine now and nothing will ever change that. I felt the man’s tongue lick my clit and the orgasm suddenly went up a level. With my hand still on the deepthroat back of her neck I pulled I go to my office and have Julia follow me I asked her what she thought, and she tells me that she is horny I tell her that we will have one of the girls take care of her later, but I need to see what she knows I also tell her that we will be using toys. Riots, power outs and the murder rates are through the roof.” My dad takes another sip of coffee. Oh I need to get up and move she said.