"I CAN'T!" Sharon wailed. "He's too..." She waved her arms; adequate description failed her."You go back..." Nora pressed."I HAVE to!" Sharon whined. ..."He'd just come and get me! Besides, there was you to think about..." Would he?" Nora countered. One look at her mother said there was no doubt in her mind. "You know, Mom, that says something about HIM..." Erk?" This brought Sharon up short, momentarily, but she dismissed it; she'd been down this road of justifications a million times before, and. It really had only been about a week since… The pit in her stomach intensified and she tried to move on from the thoughts. She was nearing the back of the bus and beginning to wonder if there were any seats available at all when she heard her name. ‘Hey, Rach! Hey, come sit back here!’ Rachel followed the sound and paused as she comprehended the scene. The person calling her was Craig, a guy she knew from class (and from another thing involving a ride in Austin’s car one afternoon). He was. “I’m Lily” I said, looking down to observe her short dress. “Well, it’s nice to meet you” she said, in a rather flirtatious tone. “So what do you do for a living”? She said, ordering another drink. “I’m a journalist” I said, “What about you?” “I’m an artist” she replied, suddenly taking the time to look at my cleavage. I could feel my pussy aching for her touch by now, and I was pretty sure that she felt the same way about me. She continued to stare at me then said, “So, do you want to come. Well we needed gas so we pulled into a gas station to fill up. My wife grabbed some cloths and headed to the door but found the inside closed. She returned a little let down. "Oh, I so want to change cloths but the inside is closed what do I do" "Honey just change here by the car I will make sure no one is watching you" She was a little hesitant but then decided to go for it. I grabbed a blanket she had in the car with her to help cover her up. She dropped her cloths and changed with little to.