Its not made. she said matter of factly. I blinked at the bed for a moment before literally deflating. She looked back at me, and this time I was sure...she was a little hesitant. At this point I just knew she knew why I hadnt made the bed. I had to use the bathroom, forgot to do it when I came back up. I said, the first thing that came to my mind. I was fully intent on telling her the truth, but I guess natural instinct told me not to until I had no choice. Oh. Well, you left your bookbag in. ", a very familiar female voice curtly instructed. Caught completed off guard, Dan, who was having a difficult time trying to locate the restraining strap, pleasantly exclaimed, "Grace! My, my! I must say that this is an unexpected surprise! "When we parted company damn near a week ago, I never - Ever! - expected to see you again!" "That's the idea, Dan!", Grace returned, as she put the van in drive and began to maneuver it out of the sparsely populated truck stop. "You are quite correct! . ”“Good, so you read the rules. And you memorized them?”“Yes, sir…” She replied. She felt her heart already beginning to pound in her chest. This was intense already. She was aching for it all, she’d been longing for this for years.“good girl,” he replied and suddenly smiled deeply, which put Jenny at ease. She felt herself smile too, apparently suddenly remembering that she has known John for years. Finding out this side of his life had come as such a shock to Jenny that she was still. In the bathroom stall at school, I found myself lingering, my hand drifting across my clit with my shorts and panties at my ankles. Would she want to touch me this way? I was getting slippery down there. My fingertips began to caress my warm skin. My other hand massaged my breast as my eyelids became heavy, imagining her hands climbing up my body, under my t-shirt, ohhhhhhh yesssssss...The bathroom door crashed open with loud voices of girls and shook me out of it. But, the images stayed with.