Splitbottom do nasty things to her and still remain a virgin so her husband could break her precious cherry.Right now her cherry was the last thing sh... had on her mind because they had been informed that the bathroom in the back of the bus was stopped up and that they were not allowed to use it even to go piddle. The girls were all giggling and the boys just shrugged their shoulders and told the girls "squeeze tight and just hold it!"Billy Jo needed to go real bad but she didn't know how to. Her pink lips slowly rested like the blooming petals of a spring flower. Her thin silver chain lay hanging carelessly over her wrinkled porcelain neck and reached out between the cleavage formed off her two full breasts. I kept stroking slowly, enjoying the full view, hoping the dawn would never end.After about ten minutes or so she slowly started stirring and switched to the other side. I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep while she was moving. Sometime after she stopped moving I could. She looked about in her twenties and had blonde straight hair framing her face.She was wearing a dress. With an indistinct pattern, held up by her breasts and just a thin spaghetti strap attached to the front around her neck.She had no jewellery.This dress was not unusually short; it finished just above her knees. But the lines followed her figure and ended in a short frill or flounce which flared out to make the look quite special.She was wearing a medium high heels on delicate black pumps. "This Saturday the fourof us are going to the Rathmoor Hall Hotel Spa for a day's pampering andwhilst you will enter as a male, you will exit as a woman!"And so it came to pass! Saturday dawned fine and sunny and by half pasteight we were all in Rosemary's car driving to Rathmoor Hall. Thisestablishment was a beautiful 18th century stately house but is nowserving as a hotel, conference centre and spa. It is situated about afifty minute drive from Peterborough. On our arrival, we were shown.