"You know, babe ... the 'Nam. Dark times ... bad things..." he gravely intoned, shuddering convincingly before turning away to sob like a little bitch...into his pillow.He'd said he caught a hunk of shrapnel in his grill when he attempted to deflect an incoming mortar round with his skull, like the former World Cup soccer star he had also told her he used to be ... before that damn war changed everything.She'd felt so badly for her brave and apparently formerly athletic hero. "Gosh, Sledge, you. I felt my cock raising. Could it be the thought of the driver’s hand on what looked like a cock? But, I’m not gay so it can’t be, I decided.In the first stop, two of the people got down. My friend called me to sit in the back with him.“It’s ok,” I said. I kept looking at the driver’s hand on the gear. He saw me looking and looked at my pant.Oh! He had seen my erection! I felt shy so I kept my bag on my lap to hide the erection.“Gear is a bit tight”, he said as he pulled the gear to change it.. ”I blushed hard and turned around to look at my handsome daddy. As I turned, my dress rode up far enough for him to see my smooth, clean-shaven pussy. He noticed it immediately and I could see his cock stiffen even more.I sensed that his reluctance was weakening so I offered him a back rub. He was in a daze and just nodded as I began to rub his shoulders. Kelly was sitting there, watching us. I could tell she was getting turned on from watching my display. I pressed my hard nipples against his. .situation and wanted to throw her down on the bed."I see my bride-to-be is awake," She said with a slight tinge ofsarcasm.I responded with my now infamous. "Mmmmfffffpppphhhh." Isn't that cute?" She said. "She thinks I can understand her."At this point, I gave up. I had been struggling before with the ideathat maybe this whole thing was her friends' idea. Maybe Becca wouldcome and rescue me. I had misjudged her. She was not only part of theplot; she was the instigator of it. My eyes began to.