Fay's mother stayed away when I was there. They talked on the phone often and I knew that she was there usually on Fay's Wednesday afternoons off from...work. (Every other Saturday Fay had to work a half day she got that weeks Wednesday afternoon off)Right after we moved Fay started a conversation off with " Mother said we should--". I cut her off with " I don't give a dam about hearing what your mother thinks we should do".Fay never made that mistake again.Often though she would start a. I flagged the bus down, paid my fare and took one of the few remaining seats at the back. The butterflies in my stomach felt like they were trying to escape, I couldn't remember the last time I was this nervous. The bus grumbled along the road almost throwing me out of my seat as we bounced over pot-holes and cracks. The sun beamed through the window. It was a beautiful summer day and I was sat on an overcrowded bus, wearing a black suit, melting into the seat. All of a sudden things weren't. I picked a small handful of sand and with my other hand lifted up Jesses blue bikini bottoms and threw the sand down her pants. Smothering her bum with the sand, she lifted her head up and gasped " what you doing" she laughed " I’m covered she put her hand down her pants and tried to brush herself off " oh this is really occurred" she said " I laughed and said go into the tent and brush it I will give you a hand" " funny" she replied sarcastically. We began to flick sand at each other’s bodies. She gasped as her finger grazed her swollen sweet spot and moaned deeply, much louder than in the bathroom. "Did you moan like that Kitten? It seems far too loud. That is one mistake. Do not make another one" he whispered to her being very careful to control his emotions. She looked at him carefully wondering what she has gotten into but saw the very small smile creep up from his lips and continued nodding quickly. The sense of being controlled was totally arousing her and she could feel.