Should she call William, she pondered? Was there something her brother Stephan could do? Thinking of William, how would he react to this entire mess? ...ould her husband even care, as he seemed to have no desire to come back to the states after they’d murdered his brother and placed the blame on John? Speaking of John, what should she do about Constance Taylor and Melissa? That was a loose end that probably needed to be resolved. By the time she finished the second drink she’d calmed down a bit.. Oh, well she would just have to use her duffle as a makeshift seat. With that Lucy lowered herself down onto the bag, seating it in a straddling fashion, as it had been between her legs. She then got out her Ipod and searched for some relaxing music. When sitting down, Lucy hadn’t bothered to fold her skirt under her and furthermore she was only wearing thongs underneath. As a result her bare buttocks and thighs were exposed to the fabric of the bag. She began to develop a very pleasant feeling. Then she turned around and bent over so I was able to see her soaking wet panites. She slowly slipped them off showing me her nice looking pussy. I wanted to eat her out right then but she told me to sit as she grind ed her wetness on my pants. She got on all fours and slowly walked a bit away, showing her pussy to me. She turned around and almost as slowly walked back on all fours to me. When she did she started to rub my hard cock through my pants with a smile. Her hands made their way to my. Suddenly I wanted to retch. Contemplating a ninja maneuver, to sneak out of my seat so that I could flee to my car, my eyes darted around to find the exit. Feeling humiliated, I couldn't help but turn back and continue to watch the two in their exchange, frozen in my seat unable to talk, flee or think properly.As the brunette laughed more animatedly she made every effort to brush against him and touch him. My cheeks were getting red in my anger at Cole. The young lady might not know he was here.