A man's hand was rubbing her leg near her knee. I looked at the guys that were sitting but none of them appeared to be looking at Mary. I couldn't tel... which one of them the hand belonged to. The hand moved to Mary's knee and was rubbing hard. The fingers looked long and somewhat course. I glanced at Mary. She was wide-eyed and trying to wiggle away. It was useless of her to even try. The bus was just to full. Mary's mouth opened in a startled motion. I quickly glanced down again. The back of. Gary and Laura were necking against the lockers. He had his hand all the way up her skirt and down her panties, clutching her bare ass. The goddamn slut, in turn, was dry humping him against the wall. At first she didn’t believe it was her Gary, or that he’d do something like that to her. Especially with the way she treated him, and after everything, and she meant everything, she did for him. She had dropped him, right then and there. Later on she had confronted him, and asked him how long had. Then she looked at me and said “It smells like sex again.” as she walked towards the bathroom and sleeping area. I blushed and before I could stop her she turned the corner and say Rachel passed out legs spread wide. “well i see y'all had a bit of fun this morning.” there was a dribble of cum leaking out from between her bald pussy lips, I was unable to say anything feeling like a k** caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Megan reached down and ran a finger between Rachel's pussy lips. "Both of us had put our coffees in the holders or otherwise there would have been a pair of scaldings to deal with. She had released her seat belt and turned to me, almost lunging across the center consol and wrapping her arms around me and kissing me with great force."Yes. That's my answer. Yes. Yes I will marry you. When you explained it ... I mean ... how you felt about me, I knew it was the same for me. I guess I really am in love with you, Terry. But it's weird. I should be really happy.