Rachel just loved his cock, not him.I think I just loved Scott ... And his cock."Ohhh fuck..." I groaned, really moving my ass around now because I wa... gonna cum hard and Scott was getting close too.In front of me, I watched Rachel lay back on the seat, spreading her legs and Pete slid his long cock inside her pussy slowly. Rachel had a pretty pussy too, all pink and shiny and she shaved her pussy hair, which was pretty strange, I thought. I tried it, but what a pain. I just kept mine neat. His right hand brushed against my breast, the nipple standing at full attention. Then he grinned at me. “I’ll see you in a bit,” he whispered into my ear. Then he left me there, handcuffed to the wall and aching to be touched. It felt like hours, waiting there until someone noticed I was gone, but it could only have been about fifteen minutes. I kept stretching my foot out, seeing if I could reach my clothes, but they were still a few inches away. Not that I could pick them up with my hands. One day Mrs Hood ( changed for obvious reasons ) was in her front garden and beckoned me over as I was passing. Mrs Hood was maybe late fifties, widowed and with a full figure. She was known as the local busybody and she only mixed with the neighbors to find out the local news.On this occasion she almost straight away asked me if I had a girlfriend and seemed eager to know how close we were. She asked me how often I saw her and so on. Then, completely out of the blue she asked me if I was. Then, inevitably, there was the pain of leave taking. Couples wanted separate cabs, instead of all being on a shuttle bus, so they could spend as long as possible in each other's company, in private, before they were torn apart by the bureaucracy of the airline, and differing end points.Crystal, Tiffany and Roberta bawled like babies, in the cab. Jane spent the time kissing Roger, until the cabby made a joke about how, in Arizona, having sex in the back of a cab was illegal. They ignored him.At.