He was tall with short brown hair. They all sat on one seat against the back of the coach. I sat opposite them. No sooner was I seated than the coach ...tarted off."Have you a ticket young Miss?" Inquired Peter."Why no Sir," I told him. "I wasn't told I would need one." I fluttered my hand to my bosom for effect."My my, she hasn't a ticket good sirs." He addressed the other two. "What's to become of the girl?" Have to pay a forfeit." Said John."Oh sirs, please don't make me walk. I'll do whatever. “What’s the deal with the skirt Sally?” I asked more out of curiosity and she looked at me puzzled, “Oh you mean rolling the waistband?” she asked and laughed so I just smiled and nodded waiting for her answer, she shyly looked at me before telling me that girls at school would roll their skirts to see how many turns before a teacher would pull them up on it, “What’s the record?” I asked “I think it’s Six” she said with a giggle, “Really! Wow” I said, “And how many turns do you have now?”. Just when I was thinking things couldn't get more bizarre I opened my eyes and saw Mercedes rubbing her clit while watching Amy ate my pussy like it had never been eaten before. Amy told Mercedes to get ready because her turn was coming next. Then Amy told Mercedes to lean over and suck on my breasts. Mercedes didn't even hesitate. She didn't attack my breasts like men often do, she was gentle, soft, sensual and erotic. She would lick one nipple and then look me in the eyes to see my. ”John lowered his head with an exaggerated frown. “Yes, Ma’am.”Jack brought up the rear assuming a like posture. “Yes, Ma’am.”John eased himself off the couch. “Davie, how about you pick up the tool set we use to fix the rocket ship and put it back in your room. Jack will put the couch together. I’ll pick up the hand grenades over here.”Davie smiled, relieved that there were at least two adults there to get in trouble. He agreed easily, “Okay John.”Davie bustled off with his little tool kit to.