After the fact, there was no place comfortable to cuddle in the bathroom, so we pulled our clothes together and she sat on my lap kissing me for anoth...r hour as we got in and out of New York.I thought the other passengers were pretty considerate of our make-out antics. A lot of places I’d seen people get pretty snooty about young people publicly displaying their affection. When we rolled into Union Station in Washington and I stood up to collect our bags, I noticed three neatly printed signs. “Not bad,” I thought, as I looked at my own reflection in the hood, showing my broad swimmer’s shoulder, and a nice tan.Before I could move to the next one, I heard a car crunching on the gravel drive. It was the white convertible. Laura jumped out and came over. “I thought you didn’t have a car.” “I don’t, these are my Dad’s, but I’m grounded until the end of summer.”“That must be a bitch.”“I’m cool with it, but life goes on.”“I just wanted to drop off the racquet and swim trunks you left at. ” “And that would be so bad?” “Yes.” Her hand began exploring his cock, smearing saliva and precum over his shaft. “I already know you’re probably about average height or a little less, maybe, from the way you’re sitting on the floor with your arm on my leg. Five-four or thereabouts. You’re slender. Probably skinny. I can practically feel your ribs the way you’re leaning against me. Your hair is only medium long. It’s curly. Or frizzy, kind of. At least tell me your name. Any name. Something. " I sighed. "We need to go. It's not open late."We left, taking my truck with Joan in the back seat area. We pulled in and started inside. The riot began almost immediately! I can't remember the last time a good looking woman came in wearing a mini dress. I don't think there had ever been a time when two came in! Eve and Joan each had one of my arms and held on as the volume rose and heads swiveled. Stella walked over to us and said, "Mister Bill, that's an entrance! Come on in and have a.