Maybe she simply wants to know and has no one else."This seems like the kind of question you should ask your mom, don't you think?" I asked expecting ...er to agree."No. My mom's not a guy, silly. How's she supposed to know? This is what I'm supposed to ask my dad, which, I obviously can't do." She smiled just a little and she sort of prompted me with her eyes. She could tell I was uncomfortable."All right. I can't believe I'm going to answer this. Here goes. I can't tell you about animals. I. I lifted my arms above my head and he pulled off my school jumper, revealing my button up school dress. My jumper disappeared out of his hands and within a second he had unbuttoned half of my dress. He stopped just before he reached my pussy. He seemed to hesitate. I had no idea why so to help reassure him, I pulled the dress off my shoulders and down to where his hands were still. His eyes scanned my upper body, lingering on my C cup breasts and met my eyes again.Do you know? I asked him in my. Lucinda was in her booth. Bill was behind the bar.I went down the hall past the restrooms. I went into the janitor's closet and found it. The chair.I pushed it out to the main room. Bill looked up and started around the end of the bar. I rolled up to Lucinda's table. She was aghast. I could see the fear in her face. We had become so close. This was how it was going to end. I sat in the wheelchair.I looked deep into her eyes and then I said what I needed to say."I don't care!". But more people got in. She stood next to the other door, scared that it might open unexpectedly, but grateful for the extra air from the open window.She was pushed harder against the door as more people got on and they crowded around her. She was pushed away from the door towards the corner and against a rather handsome man."Sorry," she murmured as she was pressed harder against him."It's okay," he said, his arm coming around her. "I rather like the idea of a beautiful woman against my body.