Almost as worrying, she caught a glimpse out of the window and noticed she’d slept past her stop and was into a rough part of town. It would be at l...ast twenty minutes before the bus looped back around to her stop.“Nah love,” he said, still grinning. “The fun hasn’t started!”“Look, I’ve missed my stop, I need to get off!” She was worried now, brushing her long blonde hair back from her face nervously.“Funny you should say that,” her assailant said. “I need to get off as well…” He glanced down. His right hand moved down from her hip and ran onto her thigh. His hand rose again and this time,she felt it rise under the light floaty fabric of her dress.his hand was now on the bare skin of her hip, and slowly it began to move round her waist until it lay at the top of her pubic mound. Again her heart pounded. He wasn't going to was he? She hoped with all her body that he was, and pushed her hips backwards and ground herself against his stiffening cock. Goosebumps covered her body as his. I rummaged around in my cabinets until I found them. Apack of long false glue-on french tip nails. I'd bought them ages backon a whim, but never used them, they would extend about half an inch pastmy fingers when they were on. I had to go back to boy-mode too regularlyto go to the trouble of attaching long nails, but this was a specialoccasion. I sat on the toilet, ass uncovered by my thong and cold onthe toilet cover, and erect cock bobbing obscenely, unable to hide behindthe small piece. "Brian didn't look convinced. "Like what?"Brooke put her hand on his leg. "I told her this was our twentieth wedding anniversary cruise and that I wanted to do something special for you." You've already talked to her about it? Without even asking me first?" Listen to me, will you?" Brooke begged him. "You can be such an asshole sometimes. Anyway, I asked her if she was available that week and if she'd be interested in coming with us. Well, she's always available, of course, because they never.