Well on this particular day we had both finished work a few hours earlier than normal and Mas suggested that rather than catching an early bus, we hav... a few drinks in the bar near the bus stop and catch the bus as normal. Although this time when we finally got on the bus Mas suggested with a cheeky smileand a naughty wink that we go up onto the upper deck. I selected a seat near the back and Mas to my surprise sat next to me. As the bus started on its way Mas rested her head on my shoulder so. She'd given up on men, 'I'm not giving myself to another man' she would say angrily, when I'd suggest she maybe try meeting someone. 'Not after all the trouble your father gave me' she would continue. 'One man in my life has been quite enough'. My mom had a tough life until she divorced. She'd married quite late compared to others in her generation at 35, been my father's second wife and it seemed he'd only married her to have someone cook and clean and provide some carnal satisfaction. They. ..I shook my head. No, no, no, nonono! I couldn't let myself think thosethoughts. I had to think about something else. Something elseentirely. I looked around my room, hoping beyond hope that I couldfind something to take my mind away from thoughts of Terry being myboyfriend. Something to drive away my picturing his pants coming off,his rock hard member pushing into me... His hands all over my boobs...My own hand found its way to my stiff nipple and I almost imagined hison top of. He took off his shoes and socks and his stinky feet wiped out the whole barracks!"Kim dissolved into giggles and Stacy leant against the bedroom doorframe with a smug look of triumph on her face. I bristled with anger and embarrassment as I searched for a witty put down, but my inebriated state only left me able to blurt, "Well, I may have stinky feet, but at least I don't have the body of a f******n year old!"I regretted it the moment it left my lips, but by then it was too late. Stacy was.