I could see the concern in their faces, but I made light of it. He put his hand on my knee and I looked around to see if anyone could see us. Even after the orgasm I had just been given, I could feel my insides parting as if they wanted him inside me, but I could hear the trolly driver laughing with the few people at the front of the trolly and I knew we couldn’t risk it. I could feel I was getting wet and my clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat. “Open up and stick out your tongue,” he said as he brought his finger to my mouth. Suddenly I felt his breath on the back of my neck. The few people on the trolly were in the front and their seats all faced forward unlike the side facing bench seats in the rear
“You are a hot little bitch.” He ordered. My Trolly Man part 1
I was feeling a little weird, but my family had had this trip planned for almost a year, so I didn’t say anything. They kissed me and I hopped on the sparsely occupied trolly as it came to a stop at the kiosk.
