Would she be up for flirting? How far would she go? How audacious would he and Janie dare be?David drove to the train station to meet Kay. He knew as ...oon as she stepped off the train that his cock would be getting a lot of action one way or another - she looked hotter than ever. God, you could tell she was a runner. Surfer. Sunbather. She was a deep golden colour, a shade you just can't go in Britain if you start off a typical pasty pink. And she clearly knew she was gorgeous: the way she. Then his lips enveloped her hardened bud and he began to suck. He kept at it for a minute or longer, enjoying the taste, the fragrance, and the sound of her moans. Then he pulled back quickly, realizing exactly what he was doing."It's okay, Tommy, it really is."She looked directly into his eyes and continued in a whisper. "If I left right now, you'd go into the bathroom to jerk off. One way or another, you're going to cum. It's only a question of how."He looked back at her, trying to take in. “Sorry.” “Why, the hell are you sorrying? Everything is great, but I simply can’t adjust my legs. This fucking place is so tight. Moreover… my ankle hurts terribly, and it’s swollen I think.” “Let my see.” A minute later her small foot rested in my lap. I touched it cautiously. The black stocking was torn in places and under the fine fabric I could feel cool skin. Her foot was gracefully arched, her heel soft and rounded. Her ankle though was hidden under a formless swelling. She gave out a. Too, I was aware of the usual "bathroom sounds" of the two woman. One has to adapt to the forced intimacy of trailer living or go bonkers. I wasn't surprised when she continued the conversation, she in the bathroom and me still on her bed.From my vantage, sitting on her bed, facing down the hall toward the bathroom, I could see her clothes flying out the door, landing in a heap on the floor outside the bathroom.Our easy chatting was interrupted by the shower. I sat there, imagining in my mind,.