Then the first boy throws the twolit firecrackers under the seat of two girls. There was a loud "BANG"followed by a second loud "BANG" as the two of t...em went off & everybodylet out a yell even me. I had no idea they were going to do that till itwas too late, because when I spotted the firecrackers, I was turnedtalking to someone in the seat in behind me.That's when all hell broke loose as the bus driver jammed on his brakeand pulled over. You could see he was really mad, as he came walking. But as I watched, it dawned on me that she was, in fact, having a "private moment" with her own breast, squeezing it, caressing it, and generally playing with her nipple. Eventually her right hand slid down across her bare tummy, over her thigh and up and under her skirt, whilst she continued to explore her breast thoroughly with her left hand.Of course I didn't need to be able to see exactly what her right hand was doing, for it was now obvious to me that I'd quite unexpectedly happened upon. I gleefully clung to him and we went out to Pizza Hut.That was a usual occurrence at home for quite some time.Mum would scold me and pass out on drugs.While Dad would mollycoddle me.By the time I was thirteen I was getting used to my scoldings from mum because she always left the door open.If she even suspected I took a peek I would get a spanking.It was one day after school that my world changed.I walked by her room as I went towards mine.Instinctively I turned my head towards her room as she. "I was just following procedure, Sergeant. I was following the procedure on page 27, section 4, paragraph 2b of the Field Emergency Care manual. 'When a fellow soldier has received a non-fatal blow causing momentary unconsciousness, vigorously rub/massage various soft, fleshy appendages.'", said Roc quoting from the manual.Mary was not amused. "Does it say 'tits' anywhere in the manual, corporal? Appendages are arms and legs, not tits. Where did you get the idea that you should maul my breasts.