I had the same idea but she got there first. I drifted back to sleep, only to be woken as she tried to leave her seat to go to the john. As she got up...her butt brushed across the front of my jeans and I was sure she could feel my woody but she said nothing. When she returned she apologised for waking me, rearranged the coats and took my hand again. With our fingers now entwined, she placed it on her thigh just below the hem-line of her skirt. There it stayed until the morning stop. Over. I could smell the raw pot on him. His clothes had a mixture of dirt and pot smells about them. I debated telling him to move on but decided it was none of my business as long as there wasn't any trouble associated with him.Since the Pizza and Pasta Pit was five blocks from the center of town, in a northwestern direction, and the cop out was three blocks southeast of the center of town, I got a nice tour of the downtown. During that tour I noticed a parking lot about a quarter of a city block in. “So I just hide underneath here?” she asked, lifting the front of the skirt and hoop.“We cut out a small slit in the front,” Sophia explained. “Hidden in the folds. You should be able to see out but no one should notice it.”Minx slithered underneath. I spread my legs apart in the dress and gasped as her body pressed against them, her hair brushing my pussy. “Yes, I can see,” Minx said, her voice muffled by the fabric. “Ooh, it's warm and cozy in here. Angela, you have a nice smelling. My shorts became shorter and my bikini's smaller as I pranced around the house, seemingly oblivious to the erections I was causing my father. One fateful Friday night mother and I sat dad up for the big kill. I turned down a date and stayed home. I was up in my room getting ready for the big show. Mother came to my room knocked on the door and cracked it open. “Your father is on his second drink and I’m faking a bad cold and going to bed; make him sweat bullets honey!” .