Soso P o v The bus was suffocatingly packed. Bodies pressed against bodies as we headed out of the city toward Grandpa’s countryside house for the weekend. Mom, heavily pregnant now, had been given the last available seat by a kind older woman. She sat near the back, rubbing her belly contentedly, earphones in, half-dozing. That left me and Stepdad Ryan standing near the middle, holding the overhead iron rail. I was wearing a short pleated skirt and a simple blouse — nothing too revealing, or so I thought. But every time the bus hit a pothole or took a sharp turn, my skirt rode higher up my thighs. Ryan stood directly behind me, one hand gripping the rail above mine, his tall, muscular frame shielding me from the worst of the crowd. At first, it was just innocent contact. Then the bus jerked hard, and I felt it — the thick, heavy bulge of his cock pressing against my ass through his pants. I froze. “Daddy…” I whispered, barely audible over the engine noise. “Stay still, Soso,” h
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