In a whisper, but responds

At this confession the Redhead turned the same color as her hair and could only twist her fingers nervously and stare uncomfortably at her skirt. When it seemed that there would be no response instead a faint little voice came out of the mouth of the person concerned.

“No Tracy I didn't touch myself. Because--because I was still satisfied with what--yes come on you understand.”

“You look like you need it now. Look how tense you are.”

“Oh my God here? Tracy we're on the bus. I mean you want to do it...”

Renee did not finish the sentence that Tracy had lifted her skirt suddenly exposing her panties for anyone to see. She did not finish the sentence but did not say anything either just looked around and at the moment no one was staring at them. Tracy taking advantage of the Redhead's moment of bewilderment quickly pulled down the zipper of her sweatshirt revealing her beautiful bra.

“Uuuuh then you really listened to me, and I notice that you like it! -Tracy pointed with her eyes to both the panties that were darkening and the zippered bra- I wonder what happens if I open up here.”

Tracy noticed that Renee was yes speechless, not saying anything rather nervously looking around for someone to watch them. Heedless of her nervousness Tracy reached for the zipper of Renee's bathing suit with her hand and unzipped it. Immediately two soft, large breasts fell free with a dull thud on the Redhead's chest, the nipples were nice and hard and erect.

“Tracy...please...-she almost whimpered the student president-they might see us...”

“That please you said sounded to me more like a plea for you to relax.” The masseuse had already gone into operational mode and was making sure that at least one of her victim's nipples was properly stimulated. “Tell me do you like what I'm doing to you? Do you prefer it when I touch your nipple or your pussy?”

To keep from moaning too loudly she bit her index finger, but as soon as her partner decreased the pressure on her nipple she finally found the words, “You know the answer, yesterday you know very well what happened. I prefer when ... when ...”

“Yeah? Go ahead and say it!” Tracy reached out her other hand and began massaging her puppy's vagina but from above her panties with the result of making them more stained.

No longer able to ignore what was happening to her inside the bus, she gathered all her energy and found the strength to respond, “Tracy... Ahn! Ahn! Oh God... Yes, okey I like it when you touch me...”