I smiled, laughter bubbling from my lips. “So true. Good thing Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant is held in LA.” “So, you had narrowed down the final three contestants,” Amelia said. “Now they just had to prove why they were worthy of the crown.” “And they were all so eager to do it,” I purred. To be continued... For several months now teen I had been fixated by the woman on the bus, always the same bus, there was only one every half hour. I had first noticed her smart business-like appearance, she always had a very expensive looking suit on. By now, I had counted somewhere around fifteen different suits, or combinations. She always had tights or stockings with gorgeous high heel shoes. I knew she sometimes wore stockings because I saw the top of one when she was in the middle amateur of rising from her seat and the bus gave a sudden lurch, she had been thrown back to the seat, a little untidily, and there was that glimpse. Her bearing seemed to radiate disdain for her fellow travellers, or maybe, it was just total indifference. I had studied her so closely, I couldn’t believe at times that she hadn’t been aware of my scrutiny, but she never showed any sign that she had. I guessed her to be, probably, eight to ten years older than my twenty. I was a fairly confident person, but skinny I reckoned that she left me standing. At times she almost looked haughty, although, I felt that was a bit unfair of me. I envied her beauty, her sense of style, her bearing, well, everything really. To this point, I hadn’t had, not even the vaguest, sexual thought about her, it’s not what it was about, it was simply fascination. Then came a asian day, when I was stood right next to her, with the bus filled to capacity. The first thing I became aware of, was her perfume, not powerful, just subtly beautiful and obviously very expensive. I wished I knew what it was. Several times, I was pushed japanese against her, not much more than a touch, but enough to give me a false sense of intimacy with her. She, however, showed not the slightest sign of noticing. A few days later, I found myself stood next to where she was seated. She was reading some brochure or other held in one hand, the other hand holding the side of the seat in front, steadying herself. A rather large guy wanted to squeeze passed me, so I inched forward a little but still, he pushed me further, the bus was as usual, packed. Suddenly, I became aware that the front of my skirt was pressed against the knuckles of her hand. My natural reaction was to try and move back but I found that I couldn’t, the guy doing the squeezing by, was simply too big. I fact, my crotch was now pressed quite hard to the hand, with no immediate escape. Then he was passed and I could move away from the touch. I glanced at her, but just, as usual, there was no indication that she’d even noticed. I, however, felt myself flush, the contact had been electric and I realised that it had excited me. I felt disgusted with myself for such feelings. The woman’s voice, shook me from my thoughts, “Excuse me, would you mind, I need to get out,” a hand lightly touched my arm. It was her. I tried to make enough space for her as I could but it hadn’t really been enough, her arm was pressing on my breasts as she manoeuvred by, then she was gone. I woke up next morning, only to find that Kat was not in bed. I heard the students and the president panting and moaning. It was a few moments before a young woman answered the door. I don’t know teen what you said or did to him. Then he was checking out MY PJ bottoms too. Better hurry amateur up.” “What do you mean?” Lara awoke with a start! I couldn’t see Lucas; I think he had sat down in the bar. As he parted her pussy with his tongue and drove it deep into her. I got none, but she said that she would take care of that later. I began teasing her sex with my hand. His dick isn't really hard but it is far from limp. Just a few months after Mom died, my older sister moved out with her boyfriend. I want you to give up any notion of being a boy. I was the running back. I go asian to my room and leave the door slightly open, undress, and got to bed. “Oh, that's hot,” Mrs. Minx panted. I tugged on her nub. It was unplanned brilliance that when my sister left college I would be walking into it. It was a short flowery summer dress another a tight simple yellow dress with a completely open skinny back, but I just wasn’t sure about that one. They busied themselves in spoiling a whole lot of grandchildren in their remaining years. "Let me show you this time, Harry," Kira had said japanese as we left the building after being introduced to various people who were part of the facility where I had been brought back to life, "The world in which we both now live." “Everyone, you do not care about anything that I, Justin Sampson, do.