.." Your sister was an entirely different matter. And, as she and I are in agreement on most issues, her personality is less abrasive. You, on the oth...er hand, persist in being obstinate, tactless, obsessive, utterly driven to have your own way in anything we can actually convince you to do - and a completely intolerable wretch when we have forced you to do things against your will."I didn't comment. Saying 'take's one to know one' would be childish. True, but childish."In short, you couldn't be. I tried to moveup in the bus, but he hung on to my trousers and pulled me back. I don'tknow how it happened but my trousers fell a bit. Everyone could see thatI was wearing tights, and not only that but I was also wearing panties.The whole bus was in silence. Everyone stared. The big bully startedcalling me bully. Lucky it was my turn to get out. I rushed home and hisin my room.The next day, I had a problem. The wise thing would be to wear my boybriefs and try to pretend yesterday didn't. Sure, there were Hun fanatics who would’ve defied the odds to hit something. But close enough was good enough for sane people.The Marauder was a relatively compact plane. And at just 58 feet it was laid out a little different than the nearly 80-foot heavies. The most important difference was in the cockpit. There was a small passage in the instrument panel to my right. It was where Whizzer squeezed through into the bombardier’s position in the Plexiglas nose.The passageway began at Bobby’s left. I was out of my clothes in seconds and on the bed behind Carol as she positioned herself on her hands and knees and prepared herself for my hard shaft. She looked back at me, but said nothing. She didn’t have to. She was ready and eager to take all of me. I am not sure why, but after sliding my stiff manhood into Carol’s already wet love hole, and after just a few minutes of slow deep thrusts, I experienced my most embarrassing moment. Carol’s pussy was warm, wet and tight. She looked back at.