They left and I was getting tensed what will happen now. The virus scan was fine and I did not have to do anything and I told her should I leave and s...e asked me to stay as she will get bored. I agreed and she told me she will show me her paintings. She got me her painting book and she sat next to me in sofa.I could feel her so close and I could not hide my bulge. She kept the book on my bulge and her fingers brushed my dick. She told me this is her private painting album and only her friends. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man glancing at her. He thought she couldn’t see, so he kept looking at her breasts, peeking out the top of the skimpy material. She saw him graze her body with his eyes, always returning to her breasts. She kept on pretending to read, slowly and firmly stroking her clit – barely moving her finger so as to not bring any attention to what she was doing. Her long, soft gypsy skirt rode up her bare and tanned legs. The man glanced back again and eyed her. Besides, the majority ofthe trip would happen while we were asleep. We'd be arriving in our hotellate tomorrow night. On the brighter side, this was the first trip where all of the buses usedto carry the people and equipment involved in my tour were travellingtogether. There were three buses that carried the band, the dancers, andthe crew. Only my bus and the tractor-trailer had any markings to let theother vehicles on the road know who I was, but it was still an impressivesight to see.It was. Whenthey tried to move they took little steps, giggling at the bouncing oftheir boobs, and kept their little arms way out to try to keep theirbalance.I only saw one try to jump in the air. It was Mack. Giggling to himself, he bit his lip in concentration andwrapped an arm around his vast, jiggling bosoms before he took a patheticlittle bunny-hop in the air, his other arm straining upwards for a ballthat missed him easy. He landed on his ass, boobs popping from his top,and giggled uncontrollably.