She smiled at me, then looked at the men; and once again showing me why I loved her so, said she hoped they didn't mind fucking her while she remained...fully clothed, even down to keeping her panties on. Of course they said no problem and I watched the four of them leave for the orgy room. For the next hour or so I stayed in the bar area, shot a few games of pool, and watched a steady stream of men and couples go into the orgy room. Finally Tracie reemerged. I saw she had her wrinkled skirt. Since when did she develop those?"David James Austin the Third! Quit poking me there! Pervert!"She let go ... I didn't. I had both arms around her..."What are you poking me with? Oh! My! God! MOM! David's got something you need to look at." What, Grace? What are you talking about? David, let your sister go."Grace pushed me away and pointed at my crotch. "Is he sick? Does he have cancer?" That's an erection, Grace." Mom said calmly. Then she realized just how far my boxers were stretched out.. I simply, out of nowhere, leaned in, and caught her off guard. I kissed my former babysitter right on her lips. It kind of shocked her too. She jerked her head back as if never expecting it but thankfully I did it the right way. I didn’t kiss her hard but I kissed appropriately and carefully as well. And I kissed her on her lips. This was a semi-romantic like kiss. No, there wasn’t any tongue involved. We didn’t know each that well but I recall that a kiss is a kiss is a kiss. So that was what. She pulled out a pen from her backpack and started to rub her clit through the skirt, each bounce of the bus drove her clit into the pen and soon she was back to the edge again when the bus stopped and a group of kids got on, one of which sat next to her. Not wanting anyone to know what she was doing she reluctantly but the pen away.At school she didn't have a chance to continue and it drove her mad, every time she so much as brushed her crotch against anything it sent a shock of pleasure so.