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At full speed the bus was cruising through the night, her eyes sparkled like tiny stars at every crossing light. Her body was perfect; she was wearing a jean short and a t-shirt with no bra. She didn’t need a bra. She kept teasing me, I watched her move, she kept coming closer, she asked if she could rest her head on my lap. I was checking around if the passengers were all sleeping. She then stood up, she was not very tall, and sat on me. Her legs tighten up like a gymnast and opened graciously. I grabbed her butt with both hands to slow her down. I wished I had more hands. I felt her smell, her soft skin and her blond hair everywhere. I can’t think of any better welcoming to America.
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