As I walked to the bus stop my tits jiggled, my nipples rubbing against the smooth fabric, my pussy already felt damp. I got on the bus and spotted hi...m, result! I made my way to the top deck, got myself comfortable on the back seat and undid a couple of buttons. From his height looking down at me, it would give him a clear view of my tits, if this didn’t give the perv encouragement I didn’t know what would!He ambled his way up the aisle, my thighs clenched against one another, my pussy aching. Please sit by me." She said to him."Awwww, did I make you blush?" He said, moving over to her sitting, next to her."So what are we eating?" He added.She said, "We have some fried chicken and a tomato mozzarella salad. Both which I made myself. We also have chips and salsa and chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream for dessert."He looked and said, "I don't know about you but I'm craving for some of those delicious strawberries. Can I feed you?"She said, "Sure."Gabriel moved in front of. Girls who wanted to go in just sleep shorts had to still take a long t-shirt or PJ top for outside their suites. Any kids who slept naked or wanted to try tonight where they were safe and wouldn’t get in trouble had to have PJs or sleep shirts. They could strip when getting into bed but needed clothes close in case of an emergency.While the others waited for me, I went to tuck the kids in since only a few could stay awake now. It seemed silly for me to go in the bathroom to make sure they peed. There were even guided tours.The other surprise had been just how many of the girls had been jaw-droppingly beautiful. Even Hutson, who'd come to Amsterdam primarily for the drugs, had been impressed."Wow, fuck me, I might be tempted for that," he'd said on seeing a particularly hot blonde.Obviously there had been exceptions."What do you think?" Laymon asked. He had a slight thing for oriental girls, but often wished they weren't quite so flat-chested. This particular girl had no problems at.