The rude hand between her ass cheeks began to stroke her wide open ass crack and even rub into her little brown hole. She tried to shift away from the... humiliating ravaging of her most private parts but her large backpack prevented her from closing her legs to protect her sensitive parts. She wondered for how much longer she had to tolerate this crude assault.A minute or two later, things got worse. The insistent hand wasn't satisfied with rubbing over her panties anymore and she felt the. I hadn’t been there in at least five years, everything looked so different. I got off the bus, wearing some blue daisy dukes, pink spaghetti strap (without a bra of course) my hair in a pony tail, and some pink sandals. As soon as my foot touched the ground, you would have thought that this people saw a ghost by the look on their face. The women stared, and whispered to each other, while the men ogled and winked at me. I’ve always liked to have men look at me, and at a very young age I learned. And with that, Julie gave me a defiant look, undone the last few remaining button and slipped her blouse off! Another door closed, another eye at the glory hole, this time to her left, before a hand came through, stretching for her pert breasts. Julie helped him and leant towards the him, he's hand finding her left breasts, caressing it, rubbing her stiff nipples. I took some more photo's. Julie's body looked stunning, her sat, her long legs slightly apart, her slim waist line looking tight and. .but if its notright, then why am I doing this?AND THEN IT HIT ME!!!All the things that gave me pleasure and excitement as a boy were wrongfor a boy...the smoking, the drinking, the dressing, the make-up, thewanting to have sex with Mr. Edwards and suck his dick..even being a momto his kids...all those things were wrong for a 17 year old boy...but theywere perfectly natural and normal for a 47 year old woman!Being a middle-aged woman justified all my fetishes and nasty littlethoughts. Prepare.