”“More like decades,” replied the pretty blonde as they were both jolted heavily when one of the wheels found a deep washout.“You said you did...ʼt want to go to Hanniganʼs Lake.”“Because everyone goes to Hanniganʼs Lake. Itʼs the biggest lovers lane in the county. Thereʼs just no such thing as privacy there -- or at least thatʼs what I was told.”“Un huh, so, Iʼm taking you someplace much more private, just like you asked for.”“I said private, not the Arctic wilderness. Iʼm cold.”“Well, what do. LATER Her eyes came to rest on the box on the table. “This girl hopes it pleases Mr. Marlowe.” I walked over and picked it up. It was a plain cardboard box tied with a simple piece of string, very unlike the bright and plentiful packaging that accompanied everything else, and it jingled as I shook it. “You shouldn’t have.” I said, untying the string and opening the box. “The gift is for this girl as well, Mr. Marlowe.” I opened the box. Sitting on a cushion of plain cotton batting was a set. Her boyish buns were just delicious. I came up close and stood by her side as the bus lurched forward. The crush of passengers had the effect I was looking for. My semi stiff crotch brushed against her sides and buns more than once. Soon I noticed that she was ever so slightly pushing back and lingering.Then she just turned to face forward and nicely presented her boy buns to me. And I immediately pressed into her. The warmth of her butt crack made me hard and I just pushed in as she arched. I guess we figured we were all adults so we could make up our minds on some of those issues as time went forward. Besides the point of getting a slightly larger group together was to determine how to handle those delicate issues.Both of these women are fairly good looking, nice bodies, with small breasts and the clothed appearance that if you could see more you probably would not be disappointed. Between the wine, the teasing, and the two hot babes, well, naturally, I had a hard-on. Although.