I handed her a half-empty bottle of water, and she soaked another couple of tissues and that worked a little better. Then I said, "Laurel? Look at me.... Kept her head down, and her shoulders sagged. "Laurel!" She looked up then, and I got a close-up look at the shiner she was trying to hide, as well as the bruise on her cheekbone. She'd obviously had practice in covering them, because I hadn't noticed them until she wiped off that makeup. Felt the bottom of my stomach just drop out.Now, there. After she recovered, she said sorry, as it was a bit unusual for someone to choke on a shot in France, and took a big sigh and lay back, on my now fully erect crotch, which I had failed to notice myself earlier, if I had I probably would have moved, but it was too late now. She felt it, I knew it cause she paused, realizing what was happening. I waited to see for her reaction, to my surprise, she sat up, turned her head and gave me a wink, and very casually started rocking over my aroused. It didn’t help to be last off the bus due to trying to chat-up the little blonde he had his eye on, then being last in the queue for the toilets. French shoppers weren’t best pleased to find a crowd of noisy English blocking the gangways and hogging the toilets. In the toilet his insistent bladder almost started to empty itself as he struggled to unfasten the belt to his jeans, lift his shirt and pull his cock free from the boxer shorts that he now regretted wearing; he literally danced on the. She didn't really know why she was doing it, either ... but she didn't really care, either. For one thing, she loved doing it.For another, her head started to pound and ache, every time she tried to think about it...Charlotte stood in front of Emily, arms folded sullenly across her ample chest. Emily could see the fury flashing hatefully in Charlotte's dark eyes as the girl tried to tell her no. Charlotte's whole body shook in fear and rage, and Emily knew exactly what the head cheerleader.