Now I knew that the hands belonged to Mike. I watched him reach for my panties and stuck his finger in one leg hole. He pulled the crotch out away fro... my pussy. Then he took the knife and cut the band of material between my legs cleanly. Both boys ooooed as my mostly bald cunt came into view. Mike shoved the silky panties up around my waist leaving me bare from my navel down.Mike's hands touched my pussy lips with a feather light caress that sent a chill up my spine to the sex center of my. Occasionally I would wonder if I was getting the 'is she or isn't she?'stares. Eventually you learn to stop caring. Even noticing.It was a work in evolution that took many years.My regression today was only temporary I was sure.I imagined all Caucasian women looked relatively large to these tinythings.I fluctuated off and on between an Australian 12-14 depending on whetherI was having a thin or fat day. I think that's the equivalent to 8-10 inthe US.So not huge by any stretch, but at 175cm. She bent down, the hem of her skirt rising almost up to her waist, her rich shapely legs wide apart, the hose on their lovely shape glistening in the late afternoon sun. She tried to fix the heel but then noticed that the run on her hose on her calf rear had worsened.'Yo bitch' startled her! She looked up to see four teens coming towards her, big guys, young but strong, smiling, smirking, fuckers with attitude. She stood to attention, frozen. 'Yo, fat ass, come here, we show you good time. So, anyone we passed or anyone that passed us had no idea who the hell was in that bus. So up U.S. 23 we cruised. The ‘ol Hillbilly Highway! Northbound toward the interstate. Fat, dumb, and happy!We’d been on the four lane about five minutes when Craig grinned and said, “Better look out Mom.” I started to ask him what he meant when I felt something brush past my right ear and land on my shoulder. I turned my head in that direction and got poked on the corner of my mouth by about eight inches of.