How will she explain herself to him?His rough, warm fingers brush against her bruise. They close onto her skin. They take it up, begin pressing, twist...ng.Father and daughter are looking back across the seats, making sure no one’s gaze directs itself toward her leg. She moves her bible in order to hide what is happening as best she can.He now squeezes severely. She hisses quietly. She pushes her seat back into his penis. He maintains his hold. She maintains the pretense of a bumpy ride.As he. She felt his erection, huge and rock hard."Oh, no Jeremy, not here... I couldn't!" Why not?" All these people..." Won't see a thing. It's dark in here remember. And you can scream your head off if you want. No one will notice."Angilee was trying to fight through the alcohol and her yearning for him, but unsuccessfully. She uttered a single, "No, we shouldn't," as his hands began pulling her skirt to her waist. Her arms went around his neck as his hands found the top of her new panties and slid. It turned out we were both going to be in Town the following weekend. He was pushing to meet up but I thought that would be dangerous. So I agreed to check on here to see where he was with his friends, and then if we happened to be heading to the same pub we might say hi.Needless to say as the night wore on we both seemed to be getting drunker and drunker. Messages were exchanged on here and the flirting continued. Then sure enough he told me a bar he was headed to next and it turned out we. One of his girls was in my highschool graduation class. He was just an inch shorter than me, thin almost frail, and always smelled good. It all changed one afternoon.... It was a slow day, only one customer and the mail carrier had entered the store. I was checking out a new pair of jeans. Andy was going through the mail by the cash register. He told me to try on a few pair if I wanted to, so I did. I went to the dressing room and slipped a pair on. I was checking myself in the mirror when Andy.