I dragged myself and the scooter up the embankment and saw a lady standing next to the car that had run me off the road. I was muddy and had scratches...all over my legs and arms and nice knot on my forehead. I walked towards her to give her an ass chewing. She could she I was pissed, but I saw she was visibly shaking and crying.She looked to be in her late 30's (46,I found out later) and did not look like your poster Dutch girl. She was about 5'5" and had dark brown hair, slightly overweight,. ’ ‘Eh? What…?’ I had struggled to lift myself up on to an elbow so I could look at her. I wasn’t sure if she was angry or about to burst into tears. I never was very good at reading her expressions. ‘Sorry. Can we start again? What’s wrong?’ ‘You are. I love you and I want you to love me –‘ ‘I do.’ ‘No. You don’t. At least not properly.’ ‘What the hell does that mean?’ ‘You know.’ ‘Oh, that. I thought we settled this last night. Why are you still on about me loving Émilie more than you?’ I. As the train jerked forward and back we were pressed even closer and closer together by the passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the handles near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and release his butt cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distended cock. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the shape and size of it.. "My upper body moved forward and down until my hands moved to both sides of her shoulders. We both were nervous as I felt the tip of my cock press into her upper right thigh. I moved my hips until it was between her legs."Ahh," she moaned when the swollen crown pressed into her pussy lips and against her raised clit. It felt good there, but she wanted it inside. "Lower." Her body shifted up while mine shifted down. "Right there."I looked into her eyes as my hips lowered and my cockhead slid.