When you finish reading this note you are to remove and put in your locker all outer clothing. Seek out a Tuesday-tagged niner of the opposite sex and...exchange underwear. Girls will end up with boy shorts, socks and undershirts; boys will don their bras, panties and stockings.Tasks: All those receiving this note will take lunch in the cafeteria at the table with bowls of fruit on it. Sit in gender order with boys facing girls across the table. Do not touch the fruit until so instructed by. By the time I reached the door the bus had pulled off again, a few more seconds I thought and I'm out of here. Standing up intensified the vibrations, the jolts, the jerks, the bumps, every motion hitting me harder and harder than before. So close just hold on and I won't be reduced to wailing and writhing in pleasure on packed commuter bus.Finally the bus roughly halted at the next stop, I rudely pushed my way past the people trying to board and tottered of into the distance, anywhere away. And then one night everything got so much better. We were watching a TV show about transvestites, gays, and lesbians, and about how laws were going to be changed so they could be considered couples under the legal system. It was a Friday night, we were at home because we had a six month old c***d at the time. The baby was sleeping so we had a few drinks to relax. Then the show came on. My wife got an odd look to her face as she watched one part with men dressed as women from an LA drag queen. I was lying on my back and he had moved facing me on his side. I felt his hand push against my thigh, and instinctively reached down to pat it with my hand. I was shocked when instead of his hand I touched his erect dick. He had another hardon and it had poked out of his fly. I should have immediately drawn my hand back, but I didn't. I let it rest on his dick. We stayed that way for minutes. I rationalized that he was probably still sleeping and wasn't even aware of his close proximity to me.