I must have been one of a hundred waiting for the bus and dressed in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt I got a few peculiar looks which was something I...was used to so all water off a ducks back to me.As the bus arrived everybody seemed to push on and I found myself more or less being carried to my standing position which turned out to be at the bottom of the stairs which again had its advantages however I was pinned in and could hardly breath but knew that the bus would empty eventually. I was a. You’re staring at your own sister’s tits. What’s wrong, haven’t you ever seen a pair of tits before?” She asked me as I gulped and stared at them still; trying to take my eyes off her tits was so hard. “Sorry s*s. Hmm, actually no I haven’t s*s. Not like, in real life. I mean on the internet I have seen some tits, but not like up close and real.” I told her, a little ashamed of saying it as my cheeks turned a slight red.“Hahahaha. Your a perv little brother. I can’t believe you’ve never seen a. I shook my head ‘no’ and began to roll it down, only it was really hard. His sheer girth, especially the fat flare of his head was almost impossible to work around; before I could get it down I actually had to insert fingers into the rim of the condom and grunt as I exerted real force to stretch it wide enough. Then I unrolled and unrolled, amazed to find that I ran out of condom long before I ran out of cock. The damned dick was so big that the condom barely covered over half of it.“Wow,” I. And so driven wild,George was now driven to Taffeta Torment and into Joyce's satin andnylon embrace."You poor thing," Joyce pouted and Barbara and Joan agreed. "You needsome extended and thorough treatment in the art of femininity. What doyou think ladies?"He is clearly deprived, the little lambkins. Have you always hankeredafter ladies' clothing and foundation garments darling?"And George was forced to admit he used to sneak into his own aunty'sbedroom when he was little boy of about five or.