I had a feminine figure still, I don't have wide shoulders and I have a pair of C cups breasts to show. It was raining outside, it had been sunny in t...e morning so I didn't bring a jacket or my school jumper. I ran out to the bus stop, the rain pouring down on me. My legs soaking, my shirt soaked through, basically see through now, my bra showing clearly.The bus arrived and I got on paying, as the driver sorted out the change I noticed two of my friend's Daddies sat at the back. They had both. Go ahead and take me to the paradise of love, ok?” he roared. I became bold and said, “sssshhhhhh, no talking, only action. You are looking great and sexy. I love you too”.He pinched my chubby cheeks again and said, “At your service darling, go ahead”. I buried my face in his smooth, almost hairless chest (only a long streak of hair from the chest over his bellybutton & the pubis) which was already hot and his hot breath hitting my cheeks. I felt a vibration in my groin and heat building up in. "I haven't done ... this ... very often."I teased him with a laugh. "I should hope not, young man. Unless something has gone awry, I am the only mother you've got."The jibe worked perfectly, lancing his worries. I could feel the tension in his lean muscles fade away there beside me, and he redoubled his efforts. I shuddered, orgasming long and loud. My display was not entirely for his benefit; the sensations he elicited were my favourites, carefully learned after a lifetime's study of my own. “Another bottle please Mary” I said to the old girl, was it her? OMG, what if it was, I was so confused. I took my drink and sat on the bench and was asking the same question about everyone who was mingling around, some I was hoping it was and some I was hoping it wasn’t but would I ever find out anyway.“Hi, it’s Frank, isn’t it” came a voice out of nowhere, I looked up and saw this guy looking down at me, I recognised the face but could put a name to it, I looked puzzled, “It’s me, Bob, your.