As I was holding the supporting bars next to the door and was watching outside. He came and stood behind me.Again, we started talking about something.... He eventually getting bolder with me. He too put his hands on the same supporting bars, standing behind me almost touching me from the back. Later I started feeling his bulge over my butt. I thought it’s not right. I started moving towards my seat. He pulled my hands and pushed me against the wall.I told him it’s not right. Leave me. But he. As I lay there recovering she asked, “So where did you get the idea for ripping my panties? That’s a new twist.” “What about you?” I replied incredulously “I can’t believe that stuff you made up about your boss preferring room service. And when did you buy that sexy garter belt?” “Mmmm," she replied “I love it when you pick me up in a bar and pretend not to know me at all. It means I can surprise you.” She was licking my cum from her fingers as we laughed some more about the entirely fictitious. Once in a great while, White Woman's thoughts would stray to what might have been with Jesse.But, she thought, that's water under the bridge now. But I do wonder about father and Julie, how they are, and what they might be doing now. White Woman was startled from her reverie and back the present when "Chases," as Marie liked to call him, tugged at her doeskin dress and laughingly pointed to a colorful bird in a nearby bush.But, as the '70s got under way, ominous dark clouds were gather over. I bared my underage body to the world at my brother’s command.My fingers found the zipper at the hem of my skirt. It let the tartan cloth, borrowed from a stripper friend of Zoey, to the ground. Clint’s eyes flicked down my body. His eyes raked up my body, ending at the purple thong I borrowed from my older sister. I shuddered as I hooked the waistband of the panties with both my thumbs.Shoved them down my thighs.The thong pulled away from my shaved pussy. I shuddered, realizing I was wet. I.