She led me over to Arthur who simply remained sitting, slowly wanking his cock.She stood behind me and undid my bra. Without letting it fall off me sh... ran her hands around my chest and cupped my breasts pushing my bra away. "Now look Arthur, that's all they are, little breasts, surely at your age you've seen enough."He nodded at her, still playing with his cock. I felt her fingers pinch the nipples between them as she held them out for him to see. She then let go and asked me to turn around so. The platform is packed too, and we let the first train go, hoping that the next one will be less crowded. But it is just as bad, so we decide to squeeze on anyway and hope that it will empty further on. We find ourselves pressed together at the end of a carriage, wedged into the corner by the single door. Your face is nuzzling at my neck and I can feel your warm breath on my skin, your hair brushing against my cheek, fresh scent of shampoo. I feel very close to you: not just physically, but. I noted the tent in my under shorts. I turned my back to her and slipped on my night shirt and lowered my shorts. The night shirt was tented out but at this point I remembered Carol saying I should be proud of my hard dick. I turned around and there was Brenda laying naked on my bed. She appeared to be inspecting her breasts which although they seemed slightly deflated, were somewhat larger that Carol's. They were even a little larger than my mother's. She had a flat tummy, wide shapely. Why shouldn't she be able to use my cock for a little introduction to the male member? Certainly it was about the safest way to facilitate this-why should she have to undergo her first lessons with strangers without feeling like she at least knew her way around a penis?A truly reasonable question at this point was what exactly comprised 'sex', anyway. If sensual pleasure was good, and if she was now required to offer herself to any eligible man who wanted her, and if she was on a contraceptive.