She turned a bright crimson and made a shrieking 'mmfff' noise. All I could do was tuck my cock back into my pants, and shake my head wearily, turning...away to give her privacy to finish her 'fix'. We didn't speak of that day again.I can't bring myself to address this issue straight-on. I know, I know she'd deny having a quote-unquote problem, but oh, she does. Not only does she seem to have an insatiable appetite for the packing tape, and, yes, the Styrofoam worms as well, but an actual fetish. I slowly trailed my fingers from her thigh, savouring the feel of her soft warm skin to her clit, which I began to gently stroke. She moaned as I felt it stiffen between my fingers and her body went limp like a doll. I knew I could do what I wanted to her, so taking both her arms and holding them down behind her head I crawled into the bed next to her. I began to feel the opening of her slit get wetter and wetter until I noticed that the bed beneath her was also getting wet. My fingers gently. Skirts and hosiery only. She selected clothing that would help themblend in with the crowds, nothing unusual or extreme. Tommy was a littledisturbed with all the lingerie, as were the others, but he reserved comment.He wanted to appear professional and mature about the whole thing, especiallybeing new on the job, but he wondered why they had to wear panties and slipsand things that obviously wouldn't be seen. He wasn't going to be the firstone to ask. Probably the others felt the same way. All. " Joan stood up as the train pulled around a curve and stumbled into the student's lap. She made no move to get up and instead wiggled her ass on his lap. She giggled and said to him, "Let's talk about the first thing that comes up." She settled back into his lap and murmured to him, "This feels nice. What's your name?" "Eddie." Joan pulled him up and introduced us. "Tom this is Eddie. Eddie this is my husband, Tom." Eddie said," You have a very beautiful wife." I whispered to him, "She'd like.