I really did not want to be one of his tramps. I wanted to be special. But nevertheless, for some strange reason I couldn’t disobey. I did exactly w...at he told me to. I unfastened my skirt and squeezed myself out of it, letting it puddle at my feet. I stood before him in nothing but bra, panties, and heels. I was stunned at my behavior. I had become utterly wanton. Utterly. ‘The bra, please, Temple,’ he said simply, and the way he said it made any resistance seem almost ridiculous. To my. He was now slowly and more firmly began caressing my bottom and sensing my nervousness and dilemma and lack of resistance on my part, began to cup my buttocks. I was really stunned by this and very surprised by his boldness and glanced front and sideways and around me to see if anybody had noticed – Nobody else in bus was aware of what was going on and the old man himself was with a very indifferent and innocent expression except his son Naveen.He now began to squeeze and knead on my buttocks. “Oh my god we're finally in college! We can go out and do all the crazy shit like in movies- Partying, drinking, hooking up, i’m so excited”“Yea, and studying too- you don’t want to be kicked out and sent back home do you” i said while holding her. I was equally excited, but with Stacy I always tried to be the level-headed one. As we separated, I took a look at her.She stood at a petite 5’4 with relatively large C-cup tits, but years of swimming and dancing gave her toned thighs and midriff. " She sighed as sherode the elevator down to the lobby. Outwardly, she looked like a woman inevery way. Long curly blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, full breasts and alean waist. Her secret was thatc Stephanie had been born Steven. Her twoguys, whom she had grown to love more than anything were living with atrans girl. She still had her male parts but she shaved and waxed her faceand legs and chest. She had taken estrogen which made her voice higher andher appearance more womanly. She didnt know.