When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she was almost out of gas. She was looking for her wallet with her credit card in it and realized th...t she had lost it. She told me that she had no cash on her and couldn't make it home.She was genuinely panic stricken, and I noticed that she had a car load of groceries. I told her to calm down and think about where it might be. We figured out that she must have left it at the grocery store. I remember when it happened to me, how panicked I was.. His expert fingers found her clit within seconds and then she knew she was in trouble, that there was little chance of him bringing her off in public without her needing to cry out with pleasure. At the next stop more people crowded in and they were jostled towards the closed doors on the other side. He pushed her towards these, pinning her and thrusting two fingers into her pussy, she was absolutely gagging for it and within seconds he was back on her clit, rubbing and flicking. She felt his. Devlin appeared distant and composed once more and he didn't try to speak to her again. Actually, he didn't even glance at her. Jen wasn't so sure that she appreciated his behaviour. It was like a rejection. Maybe he decided that she was a nuisance or maybe the kiss was not so important to him as it was to her. Either way his new attitude was convenient but not so pleasant.When the guests left Jen was overwhelmed by the need to scream with relief. She couldn't stand any longer the polite. "Um, well. I have seen aguy's... thing... three times. And, well, I just wondered how comewhen you wear pants it doesn't, like, show. Like a tent. You know... poke out, like..."She thought men were in a perpetual state of erection since she'd onlyseen dicks when they were hard. Sorry to have to break the bad news toyou k**... "Well," I said, "a man is not always hard. Most of the time it justsort of... hangs there."She giggled. "Oh. Really? Well, then... but... uh... I don't know. I mean, how.