Damn no hard dick again. He was going at me then asked if he could suck me, I told him to go ahead. He was going down on me right there in front...of all these dudes, hey what the hell that is what I was there for. The problem was his dick was soft and he also keep doing poppers. Was not so great. I even asked the guy next to me if he wanted me to jerk him off while I was getting blown. You guessed he refused my offer. No dick for me again, bummer. This also turn me off to the poor blow job. Why dont you know? I asked. Because Im wearing Staceys panties, Heather whispered, as she increased her rubbing. I swallowed hard and let the words sink into my spinning brain. Youre wearing her panties? I asked. Uh, huh. Where are yours? Shes wearing them. You exchanged your panties before you left? I asked. Heather just nodded. How the hell did that happen? My voice was pleading, desperate to hear more. When I turned and saw her touching herself I felt myself get wet. I mean really wet. It. As I lay my head back and closed my eyes, her image presents itself over and over in my mind. Air passes over me sending a cool tingle all over. I am not alone. For there are many around who can witness my frustration. Even though the air tingles, her image burns me with desire and temptation. It takes control of me without even knowing a name. She conquers my mental weakness and turns my body into a sexual robot. My hands touch my face, neck, chest, and crotch. My legs are antsy moving side to. “Mrs. Ryan?”Concentrating on her book, Claire didn’t hear, at least not at first, the young man who had walked up to the edge of the bus stop kiosk. Especially since he had called her by a name she hadn’t gone by in the last few years.“Mrs. Ryan?” he repeated once he had moved to only a few feet away.Claire finally looked up to see, dressed in jeans, sneakers, a t-shirt and a windbreaker, a much more fully dressed Clark Stuart standing before her.“Excuse me, but you are Mrs. Ryan, aren’t you,”.