With cold calculation and firm intent, Karen had dressed in a sexy outfit, a jade green dress with a slit up the thigh, a black garter belt and net st...ckings, and as usual with her, no panties. Standing before her full-length looking glass, she had slowly lifted her skirt to judge the effect that she would have on a cunt-hungry dyke and had found the reflection so satisfying that she even wished she were nimble enough to go down on her own pussy. How handy it would be if she had been able to. I felt nothing but the cool air hit my hot flesh. I slowly ran my fingers up and down my wet slit, thinking of his hands, his fingers plunging into my pussy, feeling him stretch me and probe so deeply. I wondered how much of his hand could I take? I had never been fisted before though I had seen it before on video. I didn’t see how I could take so much inside of me, but the thought excited me more. My fingers continued their exploration, stroking my clit then dipping back into that sweet. ’ She bend over and ever so slightly gave it a little kiss right on the top of its head. I could swear I saw it swell even a bit larger that it already was. As she pulled her face away from it, she had the most contented smile on her lips.Now she wrapped her right hand around the girth of that stiff shaft and let the fingertips of her left hand gently caress the head and frenum. Hubby was definitely enjoying her attentions. He squeezed me with a strong, firm hug while our tongues danced. Under the circumstances, I thought, it would have been more surprising if he hadn't gotten an erection.Just in front of me, a smaller, shorter Japanese man stood facing me, his face alarmingly close to my chest. This diminutive fellow was striving mightily to avoid having his face pressed right into my breasts, but it was a losing battle. With every lurch of the train, his nose, and sometimes his mouth, would brush against my unencumbered nipples, or get buried between my breasts. Looking down.