"Is this the stop?" Paul asked as the bus slowed down."Si!"Paul staggered out of the bus. "Cheers mate!" he said to the bus driver, who made no commen.... He wondered if it was just because Spanish drivers didn't acknowledge you like they did back in Newcastle or if he guessed why Paul should choose such an out-of-the-way place to disembark.As the bus drove off, a cloud of dust blowing in its wake, Paul fumbled in his rucksack for the Lonely Planet guide he'd brought with him. If this was the bus. Yes…please…please…now.”Still one last thwack and Chastity finally said, “Ouch.” She rolled over. Legs deliberately opened. Panties in a flash on the floor. It was her turn to direct Bernard’s hands elsewhere. Monsignor couldn’t resist, no man could this billowing invitation. Her labial spinnaker was unfurled; her jib was wet and sticky. Chastity was infectious; she kept growing on Bernard like his smoking, pleasurable but dangerous.She had a patch of bright orange pubes above her clit-hood. He. ..”“I told you it might not be over,” I insisted. “He wants to see me again.”Pete was on the verge of anger now. It was evening of the same day and we were sitting at the table having eaten dinner together as we had so many times before. Indeed life had been so normal and so companionable that it was only with the greatest of reluctance that I had raised the subject of Will again.“Please, Pete,” I begged. “I think I can sort it once and for all. I just need you to let me meet him once more. She would not notice the fact that she did not have on any panties till in the middle of dinner when she would comment, ‘Damn, I lost my panties again’ Dolly did as suggested. In the middle of dinner, with Heather and her two friends around the table, Dolly said in a surprised voice, ‘Damn, I lost my panties again.’ In embarrassment she stood up and departed upstairs. Heather and her friends looked at me in surprise, and Heather even smiled. Dolly returned downstairs shortly, still looking.