When I became aware she was looking at me I casually dropped my eyes to my phone again trying to pretend I was not looking at her intently.I could fee... her eyes on me. Perhaps it was guilt over staring at her. Or it might have been the lust in my immature mind for a peek up her skirt. Perhaps it was the fantasy in my mind that she would spread her legs, show me her pussy, and then we’d have sex in the bus. I don’t know, but my twisted old mind had put me in this uncomfortable place.My mind. “I am really smart,” she said. “But I’m not a great dancer. But I bet I can dance you under the table.” “Under the table,” I said. “Depends on what you mean by table.” Amelia could not help but smile at me. She stood still. Watching an insecure girl contemplate how to take control of a situation is remarkably sexy. My cock stirred some more. She took my hand. “Okay, shitbrain,” she said, leading me over to the center of the room. “I’ll see how long it takes me to get sick of you.” She was. In the meantime, it seemed like I had a decision to make.Eric told me that he wanted to say a few more things before I made any decision, so I said, okay, go for it."Okay, Jim. Here's the deal. I made you a lot of promises when this all started, and I followed through, so far, on almost all of them. I screwed up today, I'll admit that, but I really thought you were getting used to the suit and the thought of being Holly for the next three years. I also overestimated your resolve, and I didn't. Heather took a couple of photos. "Send those to me. When I show Tara that dick, she will definitely be in. And you'll be way in by the looks of it." We stayed that way for an uncomfortably long moment. Me transfixed bu Heather's tits. Heather nodding as she studied my cock. Then we quickly pulled ourselves together and were somewhat back to normal."OK. Let me see what I can do." Please don't take too long. I need to get Chuck back." With Tara as the end result I will not waste time." What are.