<strong>On The Bus</strong><br/><br/>Harmony moans in protest, feeling a little distracted from what she seems to think is her primary quest--getting a good feel of Soph--by the bunny-eared one's efforts to reciprocate.  Still, she does not offer much resistance to that wet and warm tongue, and even less to wandering hands down her jeans and up her shirt.  Her fingers speed up on Sophronia's body, teasing one finger between those nether lips and catching her clit between thumb and forefinger, pinching just hard enough.  Too soon, though, she eases up and breaks off, pulling away just far enough to work her shirt open and off, exposing her modest, high breasts and lack of bra.<br/><br/>Which is curious, because to judge by her muscle tone, she's nowhere near as old as she looks.