So not even he placed his hands on my boobs, but even pressed them few times while bus was getting jerk. He was expecting me to respond but I was ston...ed, though I was feeling every bit of it, but was shocked to hell and my inner gutsy didn’t permit me to respond. He was shocked too with the fact that I didn’t responded. But he didn’t withdraw his hand and was waiting for me to respond back. But I didn’t, so he started to press my boobs slowly and steadily. For whole 30 minutes he kept on taking. There was no other word to describe it. It was like I'd developed an allergy to dirt and mess. The door opened, and I saw myself standing on the other side, with my jaw dropped to the floor. Correct that: I saw myself as I used to be. It was John, my brother. Like I had been transformed into an exact double of the way John used to look when he was a girl, he'd become a carbon-copy of the old me. We were both speechless for some time, just admiring each other. "So, Bro.," I started.. He can feel the intensity of her built up wanting and reaches down, no longer able to stop it himself.He aims his cock and she sinks back over it, taking it all in in a long fluid motion. She stops kissing him to look at him with eyes filled with fire. In long slow motions she slides all the way to the tip than pulls it back in. He can feel her speeding up but the pace is agonizingly slow, her hot tight wetness feels amazing but each time she slowly pull off he is left painfully wanting more.. Tom moved his left leg between my thighs and his right leg against the side of my left one. Beneath his trousers I could feel his hardness growing as he started to rub himself lasciviously up and down my left thigh. On my right leg I could feel his fingers moving up and down, playing with the lace tops of my stocking and teasing the silk-soft skin just above. I felt my legs part a little more as Tom pressed his left leg ever more insistently between them. “Does Roger do this to you, Faith?”.