Her question about what he would have done if she had been sporting a skirt emphasized her innocence to Goose once more. He smiled against her neck then resumed his ministrations. He was glad that his father had done one thing right and left her innocence alone.  The only one that should have the honor of removing that innocence was the one man that loved her more than any others, her brother. He broke off kissing her neck to explain why he wanted to leave her pants on.<br/><br/>"The sweater can be pulled down quickly. So can skirts for that matter," he said in a whisper against her ear. "Ever tried putting pants on while sitting down? It's not easy or quick. I'll show you what I would do when you wear a skirt next time."<br/><br/>Her skin tasted wonderful and he slowly moved his mouth down her neck then along her shoulder. When her hands started to squeeze her own breasts, he dropped the hand he had on her breast to her pelvis and pressed the brass knuckles into her sex for a few seconds before he returned his hand to her chest.<br/><br/>"I'm Goose, not God," he said with a chuckle then kissed her just below her ear. After a few more moments of fondling and kissing, Goose heard the driver cough and announce their stop. Reluctantly, he stood up and helped Anna stand as well. He deliberately did not help her pull her sweater down but wanted to see if she was aware enough of her surrounding to do it on her own. His perverse nature was coming to the front and he was pushing all sorts of limits. Once Anna as in the aisle, he stood right behind her and slid one hand around, and under her sweater if she pulled it down, to caress her breast some more. His other hand rested on her backside, gently squeezing and silently indicating which direction she should walk. His mouth descended onto her neck once more as he directed her to walk to the very front of the instead of going through the side exit. The driver's eyes were wide and he licked suddenly dry lips but remained rooted in his seat.<br/><br/>