Harold smiled. “We’ll find out, won’t we? The thing is this: have you ever seen people fucking?” He looked at Laura. “Do you mind me putting...it like that?” “No. I’ve said we don’t shock that easily. And anyway, we’ve seen plenty - pictures, I mean.” “Oh yes, we’ve all seen it in films - but that’s only pretending and clever camera work. DVDs or the Internet are what most people see, of course. But what I meant is - being there while two people are doing it. Close to them. Part of it, almost.”. I boarded the A train to 190th street and could tell I was going to be late for dinner with my wife and daughter so I sent my wife a text letting her know I was going to be late. It was around this time that a younger man boarded the train and squeezed himself right between me and the person next to me. He smelled like he was wearing woman's perfume, was a bit shorter than most and from what I could see he was wearing a tight muscle shirt and a pair of leather pants. As the train lunged forward. My tiny "clitty" quivered as his lips teased it. He kissed my "clitty" through the silky fabric of my panty.I placed my hands on either side of his head and pushed his face away from my crotch. I stood up and tugged open the knotted rope belt that held my dress closed.I shrugged the dress from shoulders and it began to slide down my body. The progress of the falling dress was momentarily stalled when it reached my waist. The brief pause allowed Sean the opportunity to get a good look at the. As I rode past his house and saw their car parked outside I remember both a sense of panic but also a feeling of satisfaction. Payback at her for having such a piss stain of a k** and failing to bring him up good. I'd seen her around the village a few times and thought she was actually pretty hot considering.Anyway, We were getting pretty good at these late night "shopping" missions and has soon amassed a rather large collection that we kept in 2 large rubbish sacks in the crawl space under.