’ He said sarcastically. He paused for a moment. ‘I wana look down your top again.’ He stated as a matter of fact.I had to find a way of getting... him to let go off my ankle, if anyone else got on the bus they would see me with my legs akimbo! ‘Err... well, I duno... if I let you, will you let go of my ankle?’He slowly, reluctantly released his firm grip on me and confirming the deal. Quickly I closed my legs, my muscles tense, my knees hard together. I thought that if I let him have a real good. I was stunned looking at her. She was wearing a light green transparent saree that showed her midriff. Her deep navel was staring at me. Her matching green blouse was deep cut, giving me a more than generous view of her cleavage. My cock seemed very happy to see her.“Come in” she invited me with a smile, and directed me to her sofa.I was still coming to terms with her transformation. I only knew her as a pious brahmin lady who wore simple sarees that covered her from head to toe, and occasional. ’ ‘that’s my girl’ I smiled at her…. ‘remember you can only button the one bottom button.’ She got up and came back about five minutes later with her blouse gaping open and her 36C tits on display for all to see. As she walked past the guy across the aisle he almost choked on his wine. When the waiter came back he did a double take staring at my wife’s tits. As soon as he took out dinner orders I hit the on button and my wife gasped aloud and began to squirm on her chair once again,. "Ned's my brother."Cecilia looked at Nell wide-eyed, hardly daring to believe she might have the same dreadful feelings. "You mean you get turned on when Ned's around?" she asked."Sometimes I have to change my panties, otherwise my pussy would drown," Nell said with a laugh."But what do you do about these feelings?" Cecilia asked anxiously."I satisfy them."Nell felt dubious about revealing her plans to Ned, but she knew Cecilia could be trusted, particularly since she felt guilty about her.