"Sit down," I say. Gary walks over to the couch and sits down. I follow, sitting on his lap. I begin to run my hands through his hair, caressing it. "... loved that story you wrote for me, Gary. It made me so wet. I left a puddle where I stood." I say. Gary doesn't respond, so I carry on. "I'm a difficult girl to please. I'm usually the crazy rough sex type but there was something about what you wrote. I was intrigued. This is your reward for making me...so...fucking...horny." I suddenly slip. She watched the pretty blonde freckled girl acknowledge his gaze by squeezing her arms together in such a way that her lovely breasts squashed up like they were starring in a bodice ripping costume drama. Luella spread out, on her front, knowing very well how this would play out, although she wondered how she could manage to get herself off in such an exposed busy place. The implausible challenge made her pussy drip. She imagined herself between the insatiable young couple, his fresh cock. In the starting i used to stare at her . I never know that she is from my place .I always used to stand at door in journery most of the time .so whenever she uses washroom i used to hav complete look at her . In the course of journery she got down to get some juice in station suddenly train started she is still there in the station standing such that she is facing direction opposite to train view with ear phones on . So she couldnt sense that train started. i tried waving at her signalling… no. I met CC (Carolina Catherine) Dolman when I was 27. We met in an unorthodox way. I was returning on a Friday from a New York City meeting with my publishers. I was out at the cab stand at my home airport hailing a cab when I was run over by a woman who could not see around the mound of luggage on her luggage cart. I wasn’t hurt, just pissed. I turned to give the miscreant a big and angry piece of my mind when I saw a vision. Unfortunately, she was crying.“I’m sorry, are you hurt?” She asked..