She coudnt get into running train . then i got into train and then pull her into train holding her hand and waist (no bad intension)for support . She ...as panting bcoz of incident and i gave her water . After some time she got normal and thanked me . I jus smiled . later we exchanged smiles and started chatting got to know that both belong to same town . started talking about subject and blablabla…. she gave her contact number then said we will be in touch and then we bid good bye .In the mean. My guess about her perfume was perfect; a light mixture ofintoxicating flowers enveloped me. As she turned to face me and Ilooked at her brilliant eyes for the first time I was screaming tomyself "Don't look down at her tits!" Yes, I was mentally undressingher but was desperate not to show it in my eyes. I told her about mywork and she seemed genuinely interested, but after a few minutes shelooked at my name-tag and said "Excuse me, Steve, I've just seensomeone I need to talk to before the next. .. now," through ragged breath."Are you sure?" I teased. "You don't seem to be quite ready for me yet," I said while plunging my fingers rapidly in and out of her slick bum."Fuuuccckkk... nooowww!" she wailed through her first climax.Annette shook while spraying her nectar all over her thighs and mine. I gently removed my fingers and pressed in the head of my dick. Unhurriedly, I stuffed myself in a few inches before pausing. After her orgasm ebbed, I slapped her cheeks, one at a time,. . PW, newgirl1.Ken typed in the eight digit password and was rewarded with the desktop springing to life. There were three folders displayed. Tits, cocks, cunts. He clicked on cocks and the folder opened to show dozens of screenshots of cocks of all shapes, sizes, and colours. The other two folders showed several pairs of tits, and cunts, bald, trimmed, and hairy. It was obvious Cathy was not new to this secret life of hers.Ken's next port of call was the history folder. It was all the usual.