That time when she pulled out my pant she touched my penis with utter curiosity. She took it in her hand and kinda rub it. It stood. Then in her turn ... too follow the new rule and touched her pussy, caressed, she was looking at me. Then my turn came. This time she did a lot more things to my penis. I was like in some other place, the feeling was unput downable. But a lot of time went by there, so it was to be the last round and her turn. But that time i could not find it there. I searched a lot. Another look at the screen confirmed no change as another train came and went. Why he was so agitated, heaven knows, the train was not due for another 10 minutes anyway, perhaps the fact he had been there since 5:30pm gave a little clue. The fluorescent digits on the arrivals board rolled over yet again like a trail of domino’s falling in a line. “Shit” he muttered, thrown into confusion as the board spelled out that the 6:15 was due in 2 minutes early. Now what was he to do, the truth was,. Sighed! And I knew what she was sighing about. "Happily, for you and me, yes. I understand that some unfortunate women do not experience these feelings. We are quite fortunate. Apparently some of the candles I burned for you have brought my prayers to reality." Oh," I giggled. "My dear mother prayed that her daughter would get all gooshy over some guy. You may have warped me." I didn't pray about you and SOME guy, Johanna Elise. I prayed about you and THE guy. And proudly I will accept your. "Well hi honey," she cooed, "Welcome back. You ready to go to work?"Carmel was wearing a grey suit, the skirt just above her knees, she woreher jacket over a white silk blouse; the outfit complete with tanhosiery and black high-heeled court shoes. Her makeup was heavy butprofessional and she wore a jet-black wig of shoulder length hair. Goldjewellery glittered in her ears, at her throat and on her fingers. Shelooked like a gaudy, over-madeup, secretary or hostess. I turned and tried to run.