Just then, the seatbelt signs flicked off, and the pilot's voice informed us that we were now at cruising altitude and safe to move around. I tried to... take my hand away. He wouldn’t budge. “David? Thank you for holding my hand and making me not think about it, but we’re in the clear."He looked at me and gave my hand a kiss. “I’m not sure I want to let you go. Is that wrong?” I couldn’t help but lick my lips: was this guy even real? Had I been reading way too many Harlequin books?A flight. "I was glad to get away from Dottie and her cryptic cracks. That evening when Jane got home from I was still in my bra and panties, and had no chance to change. So I was still wearing them when we went out to eat. Even though I was also wearing a shirt, tie, and jacket, the bra I could feel underneath gave me a feeling that I was gussied up, dressed special. I kind of liked it. My badge of membership.I had two scares. One was before we went out, when she told me we needed to put on our make-up. I googled and booked an ola to teh nearest garbage storage, i went to see the gates wer open i rushed in to find they wer fucking mom's half dead body with no reaction near teh garbage pile in the open. i rushed and said stop it she is my mom give her to me.. they laughed while still double pumping her and said fuck off kiddo she is our bitch.. i said i will call the police now and started dailing anything and they got scared. they said okk just give us an hr she will be at home. i went back. After her climax subsided, Amy knew exactly what to do. She gently got up off of the spent Alex, walked calmly to the back of the bus (making sure to put a saunter into her walk to show off her amazing and cum-splattered ass) and bent against a chair near the back, arching her back and offering her pussy to anyone that wanted it. She was truly the bus slut now, and given the line forming for her, she was going to be busy for the rest of the ride. And what a long, bumpy ride it would be.*Amy.