His parents were generous and fairly well to do.The forced sex was an impulse but it had worked out quite well. He didn't think there were any virgins...left in L.A. Rick was certainly surprised that Kristina turned out to be a virgin. The guys where she went to school in L.A. must all be gay. The teenager had been impulsive a couple of other times in his past but with his parents' influence and money, all complaints had been withdrawn. Given the reputation of Kristina's aunt he didn't think. Much as I’d enjoyed relieving Stephen of all that pent up boy tension, my own swollen vulva, damp labia and dribbling pussy were persistently reminding me that the proper place for his cock was buried amongst their soft, welcoming folds. So I hoped, that with my breasts and bottom barely concealed beneath the damp cotton that clung to their gentle curves and with my swollen and hairless, naked pussy on permanent display between my smooth thighs, that Stephen would find me an invitation. Before long the stranger had moved in front of her, lifting her skirt, and she felt him slip his hand inside her now soaking wet panties. Sliding his fingers with ease into her hot cunt, he began to feverishly finger-fuck her. She felt her juices trickle down her inner thighs as first one, then two fingers squished into her pulsating pussy. The motion of the train...the rhythm of the strange man's fingers...the tempo of the music all worked together to bring her to her first orgasm. But that. This drove me wild and I knew I would be looking for any opportunity to see more throughout our meal.She sat down next to me and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek, and started looking at the menu. I gave a quick glance at her breasts and could see her bra through an opening between buttons on her shirt. I could see she was wearing a black bra with a blue color lace pattern on it. It looked so sexy. I could only imagine what it looked like all together.Throughout the whole meal, as we all.