I approached her closer and closer, gradually, while we talked. Eventually, we were looking in to each other's eyes with each word. I let her start ta...lking about her life after a while. She mentioned she had just broken up with her boyfriend back home, wasn't sure about this place, still didn't know what she wanted to study...I took another shot and decided to take a gamble. I asked her if her boyfriend had satisfied her. She sort of looked confused and expectant and asked in what way. I told. I'm definitely gonna lose my license and have to ask for rides for like a year, fuck" she thought to herself. She looked up again and noticed that the truck driver was dead because glass was forced into his throat, glass from a beer bottle the remainder of which she could see was still in his hand. "Oh thank god" she thought "there's strong evidence of him drinking, and it'll be blamed on him. What a shitty way to die. Now I just have to call 911 and sit back."She looked for her phone but then. The girl slid down in the seat, somewhat and opened her legs as wide as she could. So that was their little game, they intended flashing at me, hoping I would not see them but excited by the thought of being caught.Through half closed eyes I saw she was wearing white panties with a developing wet spot right over her cunt making that section almost see through. What was I to do, I could keep quiet and see what developed or I could speak up and either frighten them off or encourage them further.I. She couldn’t describe that one. It was too lurid. In that dream, Marge had Kat tied spread eagle between two poles. Nipple clamps were pinching her tender little buds. And Marge alternated between whipping her and pushing a huge dildo deep inside her.“Dreams are so hard to remember,” said Kathleen safely.Marge pinched the two nipples, eliciting a squeal. “Hey!” complained Kat.“Think,” commanded Marge.“Okay. Thinking.” Kat wracked her brain trying to come up with something. Finally, she decided.