Then he said, “Oh Sandra, I have wanted to suck your pussy for so long.”He reached up and pulled down my running shorts, and I stepped out of them...as he moved his mouth closer to my sopping wet cunt. He saw the stains of wetness in the crotch of my white panties, and I know that the strong aroma of my pussy and Mitchell’s cum must have been intoxicating to him. He reached out his tongue and tentatively licked my crotch, and then he covered my thick labia with his mouth. I could feel him sucking. I can't wait to skip along to myoverstuffed sardine can of a locomotive and have it whisk me away tothe concrete jungle.How does it do that? How does every interaction with the MTA manage tomake a shitty day even shittier? Whatever, I gotta remember to get anew RF friendly phone case. In the meantime, I stuffed the limp,rubbery old one in the back pocket of my jeans.The platform was crowded, nothing special for an A train at this time,or really any time of day, and at least the little sign. "But she took twenty lashes ... and ignored them. All she did was try to stop the flow of my blood and to repair the worst of the damage. Can you believe it?" Yes I can, Colette. And, young lady, unless you're bound and determined to have me score your back again — I learned that you have a beautiful whipping post here that's hardly ever been used — just continue to call me Mrs. Taylor. The name is Andy! It's short, and it's easy to pronounce — even for a foreigner — so do it. Now try. I'll bet. Almost the minute we got in, he had his hand in her lap, or had his arm around her, touching her breasts through her clothes. We had only gone a couple of blocks till his hand disappeared under her skirt, and her legs opened willingly. I was just beside myself, amazed that they were doing this with me sitting right there. I had never seen people making out this up close. I was getting really turned on, my panties were beyond damp, my breathing ragged, and I needed to be touched. Her warm leg.