The groping gets worse!

The bus is so packed full of people that there seems to be no escape from the hands slowly pulling down your Daisy Dukes. The old man sitting in front of you doesn't seem to be offering any help. He watches your swinging hips and jiggling tits with obvious pleasure.

You look around the crowded bus by craning your neck but you still can't figure out who is groping you. There's a big, fat, bearded guy in his 20s behind you, a scrawny teenager, and a Japanese businessman. There's also a woman with a stroller, but you can see her hands and you know she isn't the culprit.

The molestor gives another tug to the waistband of your shorts.

"Let go!" you squeal as the shorts are dragged down another half inch.

Before you can say something else you feel a new hand on your breast. You're hanging onto a support strap with both hands to keep from falling over, exposing your big breasts in the tight top to just this sort of groping. This time, at least, you know the culprit. It's the skinny teen. He gives you a buck-toothed grin as he squeezes your breast. The old man laughs with obvious amusement.

"You bastards," you growl, but your anger becomes a squeak of dismay as the man holding your shorts gives them another tug.

Your ass is practically hanging out now and another strong tug and your pussy will be exposed as well. The old man in the seat licks his lips, anxiously awaiting the sight of your bare teenage slit.

You have one possibility for salvation: let go of the support strap on the jostling bus and risk falling over while you fight off the gropers. The bus keeps taking turns quickly (the driver is a maniac!) so you know there is a big risk you'll fall over or into the arms (or lap) of one of the other passengers.