She put her hands back up behind her head, her bra covered breasts lifted and taught as a result. Her nipples peaked easily under the sheer lace of th...e bra cups, coral pink against her pale skin.I let go one side of her skirt and it swirled around her hips and onto the floor. She was wearing matching bra and knickers in a dark wine coloured material with lacy panels at the front. I could see her dark golden pubic hair, trimmed and shaped but still thick and luxurious.By now I was both. But all she was aware of was the man behind her. She hoped he wouldn’t be getting off soon. Then she giggled, thinking that she really DID hope he’d get off soon, but she didn’t mean getting off the bus.It was all Brenda could do to stop herself moaning. She was deeply ashamed, somewhere inside herself, but the lust had overcome the shame. When the man lifted her skirt, she knew she should move. But she didn’t. Would he actually fuck her right here on the bus? In front of everyone? . They were all, what's the simplest way to put it, attractive. Her father, James, was six foot three, with stylish black hair, piercing blue eyes, a powerful jawline, and a body that made athletes jealous.Her mother, Eleanor, had beautiful auburn hair that fell in waves down past her shoulders. She had gorgeous green eyes, full pouty lips, a tiny waist, and huge tits that she told everyone were natural, but had really been bought by her husband.Her older brother, Timothy, was a nearly carbon. Jamie found his mother sitting on the couch with a magazine on her lap."Sit down. I need to talk to you about something."Oh, no, he thought. This is going to be bad. "I'm really sorry Mom. Iwasn't riding after dark. We were in Megan's ... house." He wasn't surewhat his mother would think of him being in Megan's room."I know. I called Megan's mother. I know you're very excited to have anew friend but in the future, I expect you home on time." Okay." We'll let it slide this time." I'm not in.