When she would turn and catch me looking at her, I'd give her a look that said I was bored and couldn't wait to get back on the bus.The field trip DID... finally end and we filed back into the bus for the return trip. On the way home, Janet stood in the aisle and bent to help one of the kids clean up a mess of some kind. As she bent, her skin tight jeans were right where I found it impossible to ignore.A sudden pothole knocked her off balance and she fell back into my lap. I tried to catch her out. "Find me a fucking bar."The whiskey didn't burn so much this time. Instead, I just felt a long, slow heat simmering inside of me. I liked that feeling. I liked the heat, the tension, the way my stomach tightened for just a moment as it made its way down. It fed me, fed the new primal, darker me.I stopped at two shots. I wasn't going to start that long descent into the bottle. I wasn't going to give her the fucking satisfaction. No, she wasn't winning this. She wasn't going to get away with. .That was probably the worst of the issues we had identified in accepting large quantities of people who couldn't be citizens but had no support structure. Fortunately, on Nuevo Angelino, the Support Directorate had been in place for some time and was well integrated into the colony support structure, so even though they didn't have 'families', we could put these people to work and handle some of their basic needs.Maybe the big takeaway you should get from this is that we had plans -- but we. I held her in my lap and began to squeeze her breasts and pussy as tightly as I could. She complained about how sore her pussy was and I smirked telling her that was why I waited so long to do this. Her pussy soaked my hand through her skirt as I gripped her tighter. I undid the shirt and threw it to the floor followed by her skirt and corset. She stood their in only stockings which was a delicious sight She began to speak but it was all blurred speech to me as I dropped my boxers and pants. I.