That was an interesting experience. The junctions acted like little-domed railway stations. The Mag-trains travelled down the centre of the tunnels an... People could drive on either side of it. The trains were fully automated and sat about sixty people. They zipped up and back of their section of the line all day, every day.The trains had specially designed concertina-like air-locks that clamped over the doors at the end of the train after they came to rest. People exited into the pressurised. Now about the story.This is a fiction story that made up through my imagination. You can understand while reading it. Ok let’s start the story with describing me and my family. I’m Agil (all names are changed), 19 year old, doing my b.com in nearby collage. I’m the only child for my parents. I’m a voyeur. I started my voyeurism when I’m 18 years old. I used to watch bathing of my mom and our helper Janu, till this day. I can’t control my stare at any lady/girl who got big boobs and round butts,. Thank you, Zack. Thank you for being so patient, thank you for loving me.’ Zack pushed his hips up into Adele’s, making her squeak in surprise as his cock thrummed against her clit. Adele kissed Zack again as she rubbed her steaming pussy against his cock, leaving a trail of warm moisture along its vein. ‘Baby I should be thanking you.’ Zack said as he kissed Adele. Adele stopped rubbing her pussy on Zack’s cock for a second, ‘Thank me for what Zack?’ ‘For trusting me, and believing in me. She knew she looked good, and sexy. She wasn't wearing a bra, and as she walked the material of her silk top caressed her nipples, making them hard and easy to discern through the clinging material. Liz returned his smile and pulled her shoulders back a little, pushing her breasts out further for him to admire. As she walked away she imagined him looking at her ass. She exaggerated the movement of her hips slightly, her light cotton skirt swaying with each step.Liz took her time walking to the.