As Erin and the bunch strolled off the Bus the students cheered at their collective misfortune. "Takin' the Bus Erin, what happened to that sweet Ford..." I asked sarcastically. "I can't prove it Scott, but I know you had something to do with this. You seem to have a problem with me and my crew, what gives?" she asked. "Truth, yes I boosted your ride. The reason is simple...I want in."Erin looked at me with a skeptical look on her face."What makes you think you can hack it?" she asked."Please I. "What’s your name sexy?" she asked him. He told her his name was Paul. She told him her name was really Jenny, but she goes by Cocoa when working. They chatted for a while and he held the conversation pretty well. Cocoa Jenny was impressed. Most guys she talked to when she was working are either so wasted they can't form intelligible words, or they start stuttering every word. Jenny was wearing her skintight gold microshorts and her tiny gold bikini top and she could feel Paul's dick getting. Little did she know that hubby had other plans…hotter plans.He opened the door to their suite and let her pass through, making sure he gave her ass a slap on the way by. She entered the plush room and saw hubby had already been there, or had at least made arrangements for someone to enhance the surroundings. Music from a boom box that wasn’t hotel issued filled the room, a bottle of champagne on ice, rose petals spread on silk sheets, again not hotel issue, and a tray with cheese, summer. Her eyes got big, and I suddenly had an armful of happy girl. After she hugged me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She kept kissing me. Until then, all of our kisses had lasted a few seconds, at most. Kirsten didn't slip me her tongue or anything like that, but she didn't seem eager to stop any time soon. Finally, Mrs. Kennedy loudly cleared her throat, and we broke our clinch."I'm going to be watching you, boy," Mrs. Kennedy said to me. She smiled when she said it, but I had.