I massaged my breasts with more cream from the jar. My small A-Cup boobies that were so pert and sensitive felt wonderful in my hand and it was like ...eing with a woman as I fondled them. The cream seemed to enhance the pleasure I felt.I imagined that I was fondling the breasts of my first girlfriend; she was such a cutie, her pert breasts held in her training bra. My hands went up her blouse clumsily trying to gain access to them. Fumbling with the clasp, it sprang open and I cupped her. Only one and three-quarter hours on the train.”She looked at her own watch.Five past Eleven!“Oh Crikey, the last one is in twenty-five minutes from Paddington. I'd better hurry!”“Oh, Marianne! I'm so sorry! You won't make it!”“Ah well, never mind,” Marianne sighed and then chuckled. “I didn't want to go home tonight anyway. I'm having too much fun. I'll find a hotel.”Chloe looked at her for a moment.“Look, I'm sorry. It was my fault that you will miss your train. I have a spare room and you are. Of the day months later I'd lost my virginity to another girl. Of Adam's and my College years. Of the girls we'd dated. Of the girls I'd had sex with.She asked questions as I talked. Interrupted. Told me she wasn't that impressed by my sexcapades. "I still don't understand why you waited so long, in Cuba men start..." she said at one point. She even promised to fill me in later on even more of her past sex life. I didn't care about her past."That wasn't that complicated," Maria said when I'd. Then she looked at thebench next to me and asks, "Are those your panties? Do they match thesuit?" I responded with a strait faced, "Yes."Marion slid her hands over my bottom and with one hand halfway to thefront she declared, "We can check out the new situation later tonight,"as she turned and went out to the pool. This was followed by my curtsy asshe left and another as I entered the pool area. By now I could tell thebursts of pleasure were definitely getting stronger and lasting.