My eyes kept shifting from her face to her coat. Suddenly Mary closed her eyes and looked in the direction of the bus floor. I looked down just in tim... to see the back of Mary's coat as it was lifted several more inches. The hand disappeared under her coat along with the sleeve of a mans business suit. The arm kept going higher and higher. Mary never moved her head from the position of looking at the floor board.Now the arm was moving back and forth slightly in a slow sawing movement. The mans. It seemed like a nothing thing but it was a****listic in a way. Like her things didn't mean much to me. She was there to please me and her things were just props for me to use as I please. I slumped on her bed beside her. She planted another kiss on my lips. Slow and tender. And then she got up and walked off to her bathroom."Be right back coach." she replied. I watched her perky ass bounce as she walked off. I heard water running in the bathroom and after a few minutes she walked back into the. She rubbed the washcloth over her neatly trimmed bush. Her legs slid apart and she pressed the cloth between her labia, enjoying the feel of it in her slit. The water beat on her breasts, running down her body. She rubbed faster, her thumb dipping under her hood to press on her clit."Football games," she mused. Always her favorite sport. Had been ever since high school. She strove to recall the name of her first guy, the one she had slipped under the bleachers with that cool October night. She. All that was left was getting the bike back&hellip, and maybe, just maybe, getting my hands on the cute little shit in the back seat of the truck. She seemed the country type, looked almost 17 (I later learned she was not yet 13), had the most beautiful green eyes and sandy brown hair ever. I pretended not to notice as she stepped out of the truck and her little jean short-skirt slipped up enough for me to see the pink mound between her legs. She was a shorty, not quite 411, while I was.