I saw the bus turn the corner some three hundred yards away and my excitement rose another six notches as it approached, I just hoped luck was with me...and a man would be sat in the right seat near the bottom of the stairs. The bus came to a halt and the doors opened, the driver smiled at me as I felt his eyes travel from my feet slowly up my body and amazingly I felt he could see right through my skirt and blouse and seemed to know I was naked beneath the outer covering.I bought my ticket and. Trevor and I rarely spoke of that day, as it was quietly tabooed. Whenever one of us did mention that day, our voices grew with envy, as if we emotionally wanted more of it. We would sometimes try to find ways of making us more “manly,” to showoff those other boys, so we too could be like them. For a while, when Trevor's dad left for work in the evenings, we would sneak downstairs in the basement and use his father's weights. After ten minutes, we would be exhausted while we flexed our. As soon as her pussy came in to view, nicely trimmed but not bald, some strand of slime formed threads from her slit to her panties and kept growing longer and longer until her panties were almost at her knees when it ‘broke’.I looked closely and thought to see a small squirt and dripping from her pussy to her panties, making her panties even wetter. Not sure if I saw it right, but Debra closed her legs and had a shocked look on her face and continued to roll down her panties.When the panties. “I grabbed a hot ... pan from the stove,” answered Rebecca at last.“Now what do you suppose they make potholders for?” chided the nurse. “I imagine you won’t attempt that again soon.” The nurse finished with the salve and turned away. “I’ll be back to wrap that for you in just a minute.” When she was gone, Rebecca looked up into Mrs. Weed’s eyes and tears began to roll again.“Alice, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”“Gently, child. Never mind. You work a powerful magic, but should really.