Seems like I never get around the waiting. Crime novels have hero sitting with cup of coffee in stylish muscle car, outside of residence. Hero waits f...r signal. Hero waits for suspect. Hero jumps valiantly from car and finishes climactic battle with scum. Saves day. Took five pages. Read it in two minutes, tops. Life not like that. Job involves more hours staring at nothing than witnessing something. More hours shivering, more hours aching from position, more hours hungry. Maddening. Growing. She tried to shift her seat without being too obvious, but it seemed as if she had sat on some sort of ridge in the cushion, and it wasn't very easy to slip off of it."I understand you're a widow," he said pleasantly, drinking."Oh yes," not sure whether that required a smile or what."Must be difficult. After all those years of marriage, to suddenly be without a man."The vibrations seemed to have increased subtly. There was a rubbery probing just beneath her rounded ass-cheeks. It seemed to be. I realized I had a huge hard on under my school shorts, and the bulge was clearly visible. I slid one hand into the pocket, and tried to adjust my hard dick in a less obvious position.She saw my hand movement and looked at my crotch. And she gasped. “What are you doing?” “Nothing, teacher”, I mumbled. By now, her breathing had grown slightly heavy. Her eyes were still on my bulge. And her pallu had now slid down completely. I could see her big breasts, heaving up and down, and the deep. The line inched forward.Thankfully, the day wasn't overly hot, so the long waits in line to get on the rides wasn't too unbearable. Knowing that his parents couldn't see him any longer, Kevin flipped the bird to his younger brothers, who had run ahead to get a place quite a bit ahead of him in line. They returned the salute, and then moved forward again.As luck would have it, somewhere between him and his brothers, the train for Thunder Mountain filled up, which was perfectly fine with Kevin..