I was off the hook...she had no memory of the walk upstairs, the bathroom, or me putting her to bed. I said, "No apology necessary...I was happy to do...it," I said. She got up, and I watched her as she walked toward the stairs. I could feel a vibration in my privates as I watched her legs ascend the stairs.About ten minutes later, she called to me, "What do you think...should I wear a blouse or a tank top?" It was 89 outside, so I suggested a tank top. A few minutes later, she came down the. This meant she had not yet slept with him. She was still a virgin and was more than ready to lose it, but she’d finally ended their on-again/off-again relationship for good. While catching up with friends also on break, she ran into Brock, a guy from high school. They didn’t know each well, as they’d been in different social circles. He had a rep in high school as a user: a guy that would be very persistent in getting his date to have sex. And when she did, he’d soon move on. His good looks and. There seemed to be very few locals aboard, the only others in my carriage was a small knot of four girls, who were chattering excitedly about the storm. From the accents I could tell they were American. It seemed they were university students on an adventure, probably using Inter-rail travel cards to get around.I got out a book and started reading. My seat was at the end of the carriage near the WC so from time to time each of the girls would pass by to use the facilities, and then to head back. She knelt up and started to untie her top. “I know you want to see them” she said as I stared wide eyed. She dropped it to the floor to reveal a perfect pair of boobs. I almost came then and there. She guided my hands back to them and I continued to caress and touch them all over. I guess that lasted a few minutes before she took one of my hands and lowered it down her stomach.I was in no doubt where she wanted it and I was happy to oblige. She was clean shaved, and her pussy was dripping.