I sat up. My head hurt and my mouth was painfully dry. I thought about standing up, but suddenly realised I seemed to have lost my shirt. Then the...girl walked in and stood staring at me. "So how are you going to explain this to the police then?" she asked."You've called the police?" I wished my head was clearer, she was wearing just panties and a white t-shirt and I couldn't help staring at her long legs.She laughed. "Of course not." She took a step closer to me, only then did I. I also didn’t realize I was surrounded by a lot of guys, I was pre-occupied by how much I was sweating, which changed when I felt someone’s hand go up my skirt.I felt the hand start to rub my ass it felt amazing that I spread my legs out so that I could keep my balance, spreading my legs out made me loose balance and I fell onto the bus floor.I knew that if I tried to get up everyone would know I wasn’t wearing any underwear if they looked up my mini skirt.I knew I was delaying the inevitable,. Ken was still of the opinion that he sucked, and by professional standards he did. But he'd only been playing slightly longer than a month (practicing every day, several hours), and she knew he'd be able to easily sit in a session. He wouldn't be able to play every song, and wouldn't be able to play most up to speed, but if she hadn't known that he wasn't exactly a normal human being, she'd have thought he was a prodigy.It was a while later when Bill finally wandered downstairs. Grabbing his. I know I did. The main point for me was that she had just moved to Florida. She now lived in Tampa. That was only an hour or so from where we would stay. My thoughts had immediately turned to meeting her if I ever got back to Florida. Now the chance had arrived. We arrived in Florida and made ourselves comfortable in the small apartment attached to the larger town home. Erica had been happy to hear that I was coming to Florida. We had talked about meeting many times before. She had lived in.