He worked my leggings the rest of the way down to my ankles and I stepped out of them awkwardly."There," he said unnecessarily."There," I repeated.He ...ooked up at me, at my near naked body, his eyes following the contours of flesh from my breasts down to my ankles and then back up again. I had the sensation of trying to be memorized. I wondered how I'd feel when he removed my panties and rendered me completely nude. It was too much like being put on display. Squatting and placing my wine glass. The coffees forgotten, he makes his way back to his seat and collapses into it. His cock is still humming from the adventure but, boy, is he feeling tired. He places her phone on the table as he sees her making her way back between the seats and then he drifts into sleep. Waking with a start the announcement warns him they’re approaching his station. There is no sign of the girl. Charlie stands to retrieve his bag and makes his way to join the queue of people waiting to get off. The train comes. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make your mother come."Her words triggered some instinct at the base of my brain; I just wanted to please her, to make her happy. And so, I began to pound in and out of her, grunting with every hammer-stroke of my cock into her depths, and soon she was wailing and moaning wildly, her head rolling from side-to-side as one more intense orgasm tore through her."Oh god," she cried. "I'm coming, baby. Come with me. Shoot me full of your cum. Oh, baby, I want you back inside. I was utterly dumbfounded. My Carl, who had wanted me so badly he had married me, was now getting his satisfactions elsewhere. All sorts of thoughts whirled through my mind. ‘How long had this been going on?’ ‘Had he taken her on the tour with him?’ ‘Were there others?’ This last thought led me on to another train of thought. I am not normally a sneaky sort of person, but in my desperate and unhappy state, I was capable of anything, and I recalled his private draw. There was one draw in his.