Personally, I think she's holding back. The way I see it, she has to be wondering what it would be like to be fucked by someone different than me. May...e I'm wrong but I don't think so. A couple of months ago I was at a friends house and a girl that I had met several years prior showed up. Veronica's a beautiful Hispanic about 25, 28, somewhere in there. We got to talking and exchanged phone numbers with the intent of being able to contact each other if we were in need of a supplier of pot.. I used to help copy notes from her friend's book, pick her occasionally from college and so on.Things started happening when first time I took a bike to pick her up from college. On the way her breast were touching my back but I ignored. A few days later I noticed she used to press her breasts purposely and also at home took extra care of me. She never left a chance go by where she could stand close to me and either rubbed herself against me or brush her palm over my shaft and act as if it was. I had chosen it very carefully. It was behind a divider with a wall that prevented the driver, as well as other passengers in front of me, from seeing me. The only drawback was that it was directly over the rear axle of the bus, which made my travel a bit bumpy, at least until we came out onto the main highway.She stood in front of my seat, looked at me with a smile and asked if the seat was taken. I just shook my head and went back to my reading. She slid into it, after putting her briefcase. Even Ben's oven was in danger of being lost - not because the clay bricks were being affected by the rain, but because his stone foundation wasn't deep enough and the structure was being undermined from below.Ben and Sarah still ventured out to add to their stock of food by catching fish and collecting shellfish, but the others spent most of their time huddled under the trees with drips falling on them constantly.The temperature had also dropped noticeably and the absence of a fire seemed to.