A perplexed look, could she just have imagined that? Skipping along, she took a place on one of the long seats near the back that face into the aisle....Removing the mobile phone, she read the text whilst, at the same time, receiving unsubtle leers from two migrant workers with handlebar moustaches that sat opposite. ~What are you doing now, Emma?~ read the message.~I'm on the bus~~Good. Make sure everyone sees what a naughty little slut you are~~I will. Oh I will~Emma's legs eased slowly apart. She kept her head down and hugged herself by pulling her knees to her chest. Of course, the sheath dress rode high up her thighs and I caught a glimpse of pussy lips pressing against black silk panties. But this time I resisted the urge to take a closer look. “Start at the beginning,” I urged, reaching out and stroking her cheek with my fingertips. “And, please, call me Mari.” “Thanks… Mari” she sniffed, still looking forlorn and helpless. “I’ve never messed up like this before. I didn’t even. “I am still seeing Bill – twice a week. I like him and I think the visits have helped. He’s actually challenged me to tell you and some of the others about my crazy past because he thinks that having it made public knowledge will help me get past it. The sense of shame I’ve been avoiding will be behind me if the people I care most about know. I’ll then see that it doesn’t really define me except as I allow it to. We talked about that yesterday.”Dave said, “I understand. After I understand,. Man, I knew she had no bra on under that top and I was itching to see what else she had planned now that she was staying longer. Later that evening, my Dad came home from work (he worked every Saturday), and we sat down to eat dinner. Miss Ginny sat across the table from me and every once in a while she would rub my leg with her foot under the table. I kept my composure but had a huge hard on during most of dinner. I could not help but think of our day and her tits in my mouth and the feeling.