Sindy was on the bus today. She had never been on a bus as a sissy but she knew she was passable. There was standing room only with people squashed to...ether. She soon felt a hand caressing her bum and working under her skirt. She had no idea if it was a man or woman but she pushed her bum back against the hand so the owner knew it was welcome. She loved having her bum caressed and squeezed and she hoped that others could see she was allowing it. When she arrived home she was feeling good but. “It’s closed.” That wasn’t an answer she knew, but rational thought was not high on her list at the moment; he was talking to her and she liked that, very much. “I can see it is closed, but who owns it?” His smile deepened, creasing his crow footed eyes a little more. “Mr Lincombe I think, but he died a few months ago. I suppose his family do.” “Where do they live?” He asked. Sensing a chance, Michelle blurted out. “I’m not sure of the address,. Together the happy couple has three children: Jerry, Rory, and Jack.Though Jerry is the fraternal twin of his sister Rory, the two still bear a striking resemblance. They both feature their father’s wavy, red hair and big, blue eyes. Appearances are not where the similarities between Jerry and his father end, though. Just like dad, Jerry is a childish daredevil and quite a loudmouth, too. He is lacking the charm department, however. At nineteen, Jerry is (barely) a high school graduate that is. That is especially true when it is a man that you hardly know.After I finished cleaning the kitchen, Jeff handed me one of his t-shirts and the panties he had taken from me the last time I was here. He ordered me to put them on and unload my car.I put the t-shirt on. It was one of those loose fitting muscle shirts with large armholes. Every move I made seemed to bare one or the other of my breasts. The shirt did not cover the crotch of my underwear. This would be my first experience with public.