Harriet leant back in her seat and relaxed, looking at the wonderful panorama as the rackety old bus climbed ever higher into the mountains and turn a...fter turn in the road displayed to her gaze more and more wonderful vistas. She could see eagles circling overhead and the air became cooler and clearer as the altitude increased.Finally, the falls were reached and the passengers disembarked. Some wandered off to their homes and those who were tourists like her walked up to see the falls, that. I was hearing areas being secured and moved back towards the forward entry point. I stopped to look down at the young girl. She looked sixteen with long golden hair. I knelt and did a quick search of her body before pulling a small tube.I touched her temple and waited and she woke with a groan. I pulled her up before pulling a restraining strap from a cargo pocket and securing her hands in front of her. I pulled her after me as I continued towards the boarding entry. I came into the small entry. I do admit that when I'm masturbating in the picture window I fantasize about what it would be like having sex with multiple strangers on my one night in Amsterdam.So after dancing and posing nude for the tourist passerby, I keep their attention by leaning back in a chair that I pull up to the window and watch men lustfully gaze between my legs as I part them. I love the reaction I get when I continue by hooking my legs over the armrests of the chair showing my pussy to them for the first time.. “You’re happy to see me, but there’s no need to knock me out.”She laughed. “But I’m a knockout! You always said so.”Her hair was curly and dark brown, and her eyes stared down on him with that same shade of green he’d always failed to capture in his drawings. She retained a toned body, moderate in its curves, with thin, long limbs. Before he could stop himself, he glanced down at her dirty running shoes.Not even five minutes and he was already blushing.“The weather’s lovely, and I packed a.