I slid lower into my seat and watched that brunette, but out of the corner of my eye, I scoped that blond cutie beside me. My heart hammered in my chest and my cock pressed ever upward. Hindi bf I put my hand in my crotch again and pressed down while my hips rose quietly against the firm pressure. She wore a mid-length dress that was hiked up some. The blond drops her sweater right in my lap while loading up and lingers with her hand a while as she grabs it. The brunette coughed and closed her book. I could see her hips trying to rise up ever so slowly against the pressure of the purse as she surreptitiously pressed it downward into her crotch. And maybe they were. She turned to her left side, away from me, and pulled her knees up and the dress pulled up even further.
