It was her habit, after a long trip, to ride first class, at least on the train. The quiet helped her relax and, in the greater space, she could do so...e work. Today as the train slid from the Gare de Lyon through the southern suburbs gathering speed, Helen wrote up a report on her laptop and settled into her chair.After Theo's death, Helen had left Stuttgart and moved to Paris, continuing to work for the same architectural firm, expanding her experience in designing and building recreational. I don't know why, but her smile just seem to make everything alright right then, and I just smiled back at her, before she leant forward, took hold of my erection, and for the first time, in the middle of a room surrounded by hundreds of naked guys, my girlfriend began to give me a blowjob.Her little soft wet lips clamped around my cockhead, before they began sliding up and down my length, and I moaned happily as she eagerly sucked on my length.For the next few minutes my girlfriend sucked and. It was all it took. I heard her cry, loudly, feeling the hot tears on my chest, her sobs against me. She hugged me with all her strength, her hands pulling my flesh, scraping my skin. When she was feeling better I moved to the bed, sitting on its side and making her sit on my lap and hug me like a child."You'll be late," she muttered."I don't mind." I'm sorry." It's all right. Do you want to talk?" I don't know." I can stay here this afternoon, if you want." No..." Really. I wouldn't like to. I can't just blurt out that instead of living with his mother, her boyfriend lives with his wife and three k**s. It seems that after graduating from college with a less than stellar grade point average, Chris took a low level job in his current firm. Not lacking in ambition, he married the owner's daughter and his career path was set. To avoid accusations of nepotism, they keep it very low key and very few people in the office know he's married. This has worked to his advantage many times over.