.The bus then stopped for more people and bus became full.. An aunt sat in our seat pushing her close to me.. She had bag too, she put it on her boobs.... I made her see my bulge in my pants and started touching my dick.. She was staring at it..Then I touched her boob she first pushed aside then moved her bag a bit and gave me access a small peck in her cheeks gave all I needed.. I started rubbing and squeezing her tits in the bus.. She gave a small mmm I touched her navel by exploring and went. Shehad us look at the camera and me lean my head on Ruth'sshoulder.I had that Polaroid picture tucked in a book on my shelf in mybedroom for at least 4 months after that night. I would take itout all the time and look at it because it was the most feminineand convincing of all the shots taken that night. I eventuallytore it up and threw it out for fear that someone would comeacross it one day and I'd be totally embarrassed in trying toexplain it.But I still clearly remember how great it felt to. And now the shape of her breasts and nipples pushing upwards. He had seen pictures of girls in his friends magazines, naughty pictures. He had his first erection looking at the pictures. Now he was having another one, looking at his sister. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she moved, thinking she had woken and he had been caught red handed. Instead she had moved in her sleep. The sheet pulled down in her movement, to his delight her breasts became visible. He stifled a gasp. He couldnt. “Bob, can I ask you a question. If you think I’m out of order, just say so?” “Yeah, of course. What do want to know?” “Do you fancy me?” I sat for a minute not knowing how to answer. “Jane, you’re my best mates wife.” “I know, but, do you?” I just sat for a minute looking at her. “I do. I shouldn’t, but I do. I would never do anything because of who you are.” I thought that honesty was the best policy. “I thought so. I could see the look on your face when you were looking at me in the bedroom.”.