The itching didnt stop, if anything it got worse. Before I left for work I went back to the bedroom and tried a different pair of pants but if anythin... they were even more itchy. For some reason I remembered the panties I had washed last night. I found where I had hung them, felt they were dry and pulled them up my legs. They were really comfortable, no itching at all. I looked in the mirror and thought they looked quite sexy, then saw that I was getting an erection. That will soon go I thought. "She loves her butt rubbed while you dance with her, Jack. Believe me, she'd love you to do it." We danced for a minute more, then his hands came down and up under my dress as he began to rub my bare butt. I don't think he had realized until then that I was bare-bottomed but, surely, he was getting the idea now that the evening was headed toward the bedroom. I was sure of that when I pushed my pelvis forward and felt the erection pressing back as he kneaded my ass and pulled me to him. "Why. The drive was taking hours longer than it should because we kept pulling over to fuck. She was naked in the passenger seat next to me when we went through the border patrol check point by Temecula. She sucked my dick for most of the drive, and sunk her big black dildo into her soaking wet pussy, giving several truckers a show to remember. That was the tame part.When we pulled into the parking lot of our hotel in Vegas, we parked out towards the end, by a bunch of buses, semis and a few cars. I. I certainly knew how that felt.I shook my head and waved towards the empty seats, too dumbfounded to speak. In all the time we’d been in the same school, I couldn’t recall ever having a single conversation with Clarissa Liddington. It wasn’t done. I was a Townie after all.There were two very clearly defined cliques at Micester High—The Villagers and The Townies. The Townies lived, as you can imagine, on the rabbit-warren estates in town. Their parents generally worked up at the factory or in.