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“Jesus, Kathy! I feel like I’m on Steinbeck’s Wayward Bus,” Barbara West said as the big bus snaked through the barren high country just north of Los Angeles. The tall blonde’s tits swayed and jiggled softly under her tight-fitting pink sweater as she looked dreamily out at the passing countryside.
“We’ll be at the dude ranch in no time,” the short, attractive brunette sitting next to her said as she fished busily through her purse for her compact.
“I still think a vacation in Mexico would’ve been better,” Barbara said as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the road vibrations from the speeding bus. They buzzed through her pussy, increasing the already delightful feelings Barbara was getting from the rubbing of her snatch lips together every time the bus lurched forward or turned quickly.
“Mexico?” her friend cried, turning toward her and flashing her big green eyes in amazement. “And come down with the shits?”
“Kathy! Please,” Barbara said in a low voice, turning around to see if anyone had heard her friend. The little brunette was a lot of fun and a good, loyal friend. But there were times when Barbara wished she could stuff Kathy’s face with a bath towel.
“Sorry,” the girl said, turning away and pouting for a second. “But think of all the men you’re gonna have here. In Mexico, they’d just be after your money.”
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