Nasty boy. Nasty boy. You are a nasty boy."They both loved to be the object of a friendly grope on the train. That was why they always wore short skir...ts to school and to the store. It was exciting to have strange men playing with their hands on their ass or pushing their erections in their ass crack or on their pussy mound. It was fun to pretend that nothing was happening. Nikko loved to have a strange man rubbing her down there and she would often act like it was accidental and very normal.. Roger though, cried and bawled the whole time. The captain was disgusted and brought his hand down on Roger's arse again. "You will wear her skirt little baby girl," he seethed, "She can wear your shorts." Fortunately there was no rule that we had to suck them clean afterwards. I found out later there had been disease problems some years previously and now there were a supply of tissues always on hand for that purpose.Our guide was again summoned to take us to the lounge and to find Roger a. Doris listened intently to Marcus. She was aghast at the idea of an older woman taking advantage of a young man. It was unfathomable. She wondered what kind of individual might do that. The woman was obviously a deviant of some kind. And yet, the professor was unfazed by Marcus' tale. That made sense, when Doris thought about it. The two of them knew each other and Marcus must have shared that previously. And, after all, the Professor had an academic interest in this topic. As for Marcus, he. Linda was as dark as Yvette was fair with pageboy bobbed hair and brown eyes. She had a generous full-lipped mouth and a retrousse nose. Where Yvette was pert and athletic, Linda was full, lush curves, her arse, in particular, was a magnificent "booty" decades before the term was coined. Her skin was a rich, almost Meditteranean olive tone.This morning she's wearing a short white, cotton nightie. As she throws herself onto the end of the bed, its apparent to me that she has no knickers on as I.