Then you sat opposite me and slowly rolled your stockings down, taking them off and laying them with your clothes, you then came over to me and grabbe... my hand and pushed it down inside your knickers. It felt so good, but you pulled it out and moved back a step, teasing again, with such a lovely smile on your face. Then you pulled your knickers down and asked if I liked the show. You already knew the answer as you could see that my zip was about to explode as my cock had grown so hard. I stood. On her feet were low heels, nothing wild but her legs didn’t need help.I’m sure that Vivian appreciated that the bus was warm and seemingly was empty other than the driver. Charlie really was focused on driving, but if there was a possible fashion show, he had a rear view mirror.Antithesis: Incompatible lengthsFrom a big purse, she pulled out some stockings and rolled them up her leg. I was entranced. She hooked them to the garter belt, then stood so her skirt could fall into place. Alas, her. Her eyes blazed and her tongue touched her lips. She lifted her hooded eyes to me as I flicked through the others. I reached across and put my hand high on her thigh between her legs and breathed in her ear.“I’m going to hold you against this wall and feel your wet cunt” I told her and slid my fingers up under her skirt. She was wet, just like you my sexy whore. Wet for me, wet because she wanted me to fuck her. Wet because I told her how I loved to fuck you. How I loved to feel you under my. It was at this point that I realized that the outfit I hadbeen forced into in my dream was a cheerleader outfit. Over my deadbody. First it was the pop star, and now a cheerleader. Whoever orwhatever had done this to me knew nothing about me, apparently.I regained my composure as the young punk helped me to stand. He asked,"Hey are you OK? You looked majorly freaked for a second there."I saw a black BMW pull into the parking lot of the dentist office. Thekid said, "Weak. My mom is here. Well I.