I couldn't believe it. This went on for about an hour. The girls had a few more beers and it was like 3 am. Soon it started to get really hot, the... slowly started to undress, like little by little. Soon the super hot blonde was just in a bra and panties, and the bleach blonde was in a t shirt and panties. The brunette I was with stripped to her bra and jean short shorts. The trumpet player and heavy drum major were finally dancing slowly at least, him hugging her from behind slowly rocking. I might be a knockout blonde tomboy, and I might be a country bumpkin, but I sure like my trains. My daddy used to take me riding. It was always the pleasure of my day to sit at my desk and watch the Canadian National trains rolling.I quickly had my ticket processed. I wanted to make sure I got to the diner in time for something to eat. I'd been hiding all day and I wanted a meal. I hadn't eaten, hadn't had the time. I was too scared to come out of hiding. It was my husband, you see.I came home. Louise then said she needed to feel a cock in her cunt. She needed fucking.The chances of her keeping quiet seemed remote, she was obviously a moaner and a swearer. It was obvious she would let fly with the language of lust.One of the guys pulled his shorts down a little bit further and sat down on the settee. She spun around and while lifting her skirt to allow her husband Simon a nice view, she slid down onto this guys stiff cock. No more than five metres away her husband let out a moan of. Both of us were still fully dressed when the bus pulled into a diner just off the interstate. They could handle our large group easily. Thing is I wasn’t sure I wanted to eat there after I saw how nasty the bathrooms were. Even rundown gas stations with unlocked outside bathrooms, where you need to bring your own toilet paper and towels to dry your hands, were cleaner. We were told that the busses were going to get fuel, have the waste tanks pumped out and water tanks filled while we ate. I.