You know what they were doing. I’m not going to spell it out.’ ‘I need to hear the words, Phil.’ ‘There were fucking!’ Phil said a little ...oo loudly. He quickly scanned his surroundings, and then spoke more softly. ‘She was kind of lying on the back seat, and he was on top…you know…’ Bill’s hands involuntarily formed into tight fists, and he felt a compulsion to punch the nearest object. Phil must have read his mind. ‘Hey, man, you asked for this,’ Phil said, still raising his hands. ‘I didn’t. Ms. Waggonner didn't mention the incident the rest of the day but when we got close mid-morning the following day, I got hard again. Without asking, I eased her skirt up, found that she was not wearing panties, and she bent over the books without a word. This time I also got a little finger work in around her clitty and she came eight times before I did.After lunch she spotted me looking longingly at her ass, the outline of my erection clearly visible under my sweaty t-shirt. Without a word,. "Certainly, miss. Let me measure your feet." If the clerk sees any trace ofa boy in the figure before her, she does not show it in her words orattitude.The young woman glows at the word "miss" and takes off her shoes, revealingthe inexpertly painted toes visible in knee high stockings.The sales clerk measures her feet, and soon she is wobbling on a pair ofwhite skates. A careful test under the watchful eye of the clerk later, shetakes them off, and takes them to the counter to pay.Later, she. I ground my teeth as I walked off, my face twitching from the exertion of maintaining a stoic facade. The game he broke had just come out and it’d be months until I could replace it. By the time I took my seat on the bus, the dam holding back my emotions started leaking. I pounded on my leg to try and force the surge back. A few of the other passengers did glance back, but they didn’t matter.“Rough day?” A random guy asked. The only response I gave was to turn away. “Maybe this will make things.