There was only one time that I came close to creating suspicion. Taylor was at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes for dinner. I walked up behind her an... reached over her to get a cup from the cabinet. Without thinking, I blew my hot breath on her neck. She giggled and playfully reached back and squeezed my cock. I gasped and quickly looked over at Karen, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. She didn’t appear to have noticed. I breathed a sign of relief and moved on to pour. We talked and enjoyed the night and when I got my second drink he pulled my leg up over his and slid his hand up my leg and to my pussy, just barely petting and touching, then he stuck a finger inside and he could feel how wet he had already made me. I continued to drink my cooler as he asked, I was trying my best to contain myself. Just then a few people come walking by, he adds a finger just then and goes deeper as he whispers in my ear. " Does that excite you baby, me playing with your pussy. She leaned back against it and sighed. Then she looked down and saw the faint outline of her penis though the material of her tight skirt. Had the conductor seen it? If he had, why had still continued to flirt with her?She sat down and poured herself another scotch and wished that smoking was still permitted in railway carriages.By ten o'clock that night she had drunk half a bottle of the scotch and had finished reading the newspapers. She was too far under the influence to concentrate on. Did he have a legendary “Big Black Cock”?I was waiting when the stretch limo dropped her off. Her well-developed emotion-sensing skills were deployed as she entered her place, knowing I would be there. I had the picture from the sports page open on the table.She put down her bags, hugged me, and whispered in my ear. “I’m horny. He’s not nearly as good as you!” That helped.So did the furious lovemaking that immediately followed. After a little bit she said, “Slow down, big boy!” Smart choice of.