We were sitting together on the half empty train toward the front end of the carriage hidden from view from the other passengers who were all sat in s...ats behind us. A little way into the journey an older guy came through the adjoining doors from the carriage in front and passed by our seats into the carriage behind us leering at Mrs O as he went. I looked at her and she burst out laughing saying what a dirty old bastard he was when much to our surprise he came back and sat down a few seats in. When Rhonda came back, she seemed to have composed herself because her tanned face bore a serene smile. I wondered if she had rubbed one out while she had been in the bathroom. Sometimes women could be even freakier than men. We paid the tab and headed out. Linda was feeling the effects of the booze and getting randy. As we walked to the car, I felt her hands slip into my jeans and cup my butt cheeks. I felt like I was being used as a piece of meat, but it didn't bother me. When we got to. A vibrator was sitting on the chair waiting for her. After a kiss that seemed as if it went on forever, I picked Becky’s tiny 18-year-old body and tossed her on the bed. I quickly removed her pants and panties and started to go to work on her clit. ‘I have never had anyone go down on me before,’ she said. As my tongue started to flicker up and down her clit, her pussy was getting wetter, and her screams of lust and orgasmic pleasure were getting louder. ‘GOD PLEEEEEEASE DON’T STOP!’ she. Wasn’t I right?”“It’s too early to judge, Mandy. I’m mostly happy, I suppose. Doug would never have believed it, but... The problem is I can’t get into a relationship. Maybe I’ll... Not comfortable with men, that’s the bottom line, but I suppose it’s no surprise after – ”She nodded and stroked my hand and foresaw a time, not far ahead, when my renewed enthusiasm for sex would override my discomfort with men. To say that Time is a healer is a cliché, but like most clichés it’s true.“You’ve.