She didn't know how to ask what he had eaten. So she just kept him under observation for a while before she sent him on his way.She checked an illegal... alien who was drunk and hit a gravel truck. What the gravel truck was doing out on a Sunday evening, she had no idea. Even though Jason hadn't agreed. Sunday was still quieter than any other day of the week historically speaking anyway.On a really slow night the staff took naps. On that Sunday night April being the boss, sort of, made the first. . there was no mistaking what I was looking at now. She was shaved, her lips puffy and swollen as she ran a finger deftly up and down the slit of her cunt. When she retrieved her hand, sucking the middle finger she had used, I felt my cock suddenly throb, not even realizing until that very moment that it was as hard and stiff as it could possibly be.The bus slowed, pulling over to the side of the road picking up another passenger. Taking a quick glance back her way, I saw she was prepared to. The hand that he offered before her had been warm and filled with unbridled masculinity. The moment her hand became engulfed with his, she was swarmed by a glorious vision; of how those hands would wrap around her body, naked under the golden shimmer of firelights, how they would tighten over her derriere tightly, bringing her close against the glory of his engorged shaft, how they would fondle her breasts and play with the stiffened ends of her areolas with ebullient eagerness and how they. Since her scholarship isn't enough to cover everything it's slow going as she juggles a Waitress job along with her studies. Hates arguments, but isn't a wallflower. If she knows she's right she doesn't back down. Even Natty will stop arguing if Amy suddenly and calmly corrects her on something or someone. Looks like Sasha Grey with a hippy trippy look.Natalya "Natty" or "Nat". The professional one, works at a big Law Firm in the City. Bought the house she the girls live in with her first.