Raining implies that water is coming from point A and going to point B. The water was here. It was just hanging. I guess you'd call it misting. Add to...that a cold wind swooping down from the North, and it was a miserable morning to be standing on the highway waiting for a bus.And I felt good.Fifty-eight days from now, I'd stand here for the last time. After that, I was mobile.I looked around the familiar group. Traci was the only one who seemed in a good mood. She was still bubbly from her. She turned her head saying she was sorry; next time she would behave like a real lady. But I hardly heard her whispering words.I began spanking her butt even harder. Six, eight, ten times I gave Anita the hardest slaps I could produce…My sensual babe yelled and wriggled; cried and squirmed.I got tired of spanking her and finally stopped. By now her legs were as wide apart as the thong just around her knees would allow and I could see her puffy wet pussy lips. Those nice pink lips were. I kissed my way slowly southwards, tracing around agold and diamond belly button stud and her wide, curvyand sensuous hips. I opened her jeans button, andpulled the zipper down. Amy may have been a shy,slightly nervous young woman, but she knew what shewanted now all right: she pulled her knees up and herjeans down and off in a surprisingly slinky efficientmoment, leaving her now wearing only a tight blackthong and a big smile.I pulled the thong off myself, grabbed a pillow which Ieased under. A series of ever more outlandish suggestions were yelled out. Melissa let this go on for a while before eventually putting a hand up to quieten things down. 'Ok, ok, I get the general idea, ' she giggled.'Melissa, please, ' Roger managed to blurt. He was looking at her imploringly. 'Just sit down and be quiet, Fatty, ' she snapped, enjoying herself immensely now. 'Um, ok, sorry, ' Roger muttered, and he sat gingerly back on his chair to a chorus of jeers from the rest of them. Melissa just.