In an instant your entire field of vision was consumed by a black leathery plane and just as quickly as it came in contact with your view so it did with your body. You were engulfed by Heather's ass, pinned between her mountainous cheeks. But what should've been a bone breaking experience was uncomfortable at worst.
"Oops! Did I just sit on a bug?" Heather joked. "No it couldn't have been a bug, it was too small."
"Maybe it was that dust mite kid." One of Heather's snobby friends replied.
"Oh no, I didn't sit on micro boy did I?" Heather then took a single finger and dragged it across the inside of her crack. You hitched a ride on the tip of her finger out of your leathery prison and up to the front of her face. Heather looked at you with her deep blue eyes and said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't think you were tall enough to ride the bus. You're not hurt, are you?"
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