“Mr. Wright,” I got shocked. I pulled out the vibrator from my dripping wet pussy, and tried to hide myself. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought Anna…...” Mr. Wright said and after taking a brief look me without my pants and panties, he closed the door and left. I sat there in the bed feeling so embarrassed and scared. I put on my clothes, and put the vibrator back in Anna’s closet after cleaning it properly. I was so close to cum, but now I was thinking how I was going to face Mr. Wright. I stayed in the. ’ ‘I think you were the comfortable one. I never fall asleep on people,’ I said, laughing. Again I looked at Aaron. He was off the bus with an arm around Sam. I walked alongside Nate, and we resumed our previous conversation. When everyone had eaten their fill, we boarded the bus again. I reclaimed my previous seat and Nate his. Raising an eyebrow, he offered me his chest to lean on again. I did. Nate was definitely comfortable. And warm. And he smelled nice. As well as that, he was really. Settling the girls in the outside chairs, the guys went to the bar for drinks, Margarita's for Tiff and Sandy, Dos Equis for them. The girls had already started to gather onlookers by the time they got back as men were staring at them as they walked by, stopping shortly to get a good look. The shoreline was full of bronze colored and dark skinned men. Maurice and James were not left out either as a plethira of hot sun-soaked women paraded past them in every hair color and body shape. It was. Schnitzler died in 1931. I didn’t like his rather abrupt and inconclusive ending, so I continued the story and wrote my own. This story uses a number of terms, phrases and place names that are in common use by Angelenos. Please note that the voting will be turned off since the first part of the story, although retold in modern day California, is a derivative work. Two additional things I should mention up front: There is almost no dialog during most of the first half of the story, because the.