Robin and I were fooling around on the bench seat, and since we were sharing a blanket to 'keep warm' no one was the wiser. No one, that is, until Ro...in's Mom, who was chaperone on the bus, called out from her seat in the front of the bus and asked why she couldn't see us. Of course I had my fingers thoroughly buried in Robin's juicy pussy, but Robin retained the presence of mind to answer that she was 'laying down trying to get some rest before the competition.' Another time I risked being. He tapped the couch cushion and I sat next to him. He was wearing a green shirt and jeans. I had on nylon athletic shorts and shirt. I told him to find a video that he liked and he picked a MFF scene. We skipped to wear they really got into it. I was kind of rubbing my cock through my shorts but I was more interested in what he was doing. He had his hands in the crotch of his pants but they weren't doing anything. We did not say much to each other then saying, "nice pussy" or something. He knew the glance was meant as a reminder that they had been told to be discrete. But he was feeling somewhat disguntled at being dragged out here for what was probably some pathetic waste of time. The girl hung up the phone. "Why don't you wait for him in his office, he'll be right down," she told them. She stood up and lead them back down a short hallway past a conference room and a small kitchen area to a back office. "Can I get you anything?" she asked as they settled in to some chairs in. We’ll be okay, no one’s going to see us together.’ ‘The campus police—’ I began. ‘—have their hands full with the baseball regionals tonight.’ ‘The CCTV…’ Vicky rolled her eyes. ‘They purge the records every week, and they don’t look at them unless they have a reason to. They don’t give a ruddy fuck who we are. Common sense. Jonas, would you relax, please?’ She took a step toward me, and for the first time I realized what she was wearing. A pleated dress, all black with matching Toms. Her.