She excused me after asking me to sit in the plastic chair in the living room and entered in the bed room with a slight confusion in her face weather ...o lock the door or not, then she closed slowly but not completely.My cock now had an uneasy feeling due to wetness and the feeling to have a piss. I heard the sound of the bathroom door followed by the splashing of water. In a confused state I glanced the hall where a small stand for foot wears a flat television and a computer is kept along with. Fortunately there were only eight students there, a sixth form English Lit class, not 30 horrible 14-year olds. I’d had a particularly venomous row with my husband that morning, and I’d been feeling fragile all day. Then one of the girls in this class started reading what was, in all honesty, a very maudlin poem she’d written about some medieval knight and his lost love. I could feel myself tearing up, thinking about how miserable I was feeling, and I sat pinching the back of my hand under the. I thought , ok in for a penny in for a pound , so I hitched up my skirt and pretended to adjust my stockings .I then leant up against the tree again , and soon the noise from the footsteps were right behind me .I felt a hand gently touch the back of my thighs and run up and down my legs so he could feel the lacy stocking tops , It felt electric . then all of a sudden another man appeared in front of me , and he ran his hands up the front of my thighs , god it was a great feeling . I started to. The lights were all off as I heard our door open. Two Italian girls giggled as they stumbled in. “Mi dispiace” they whispered, before placing their bags on the rack and finding their seat. I kept my eyes tightly shut, pretending I was sleeping. The girl sat down besides my, her friend opposite her, next to my sleeping friend. I slowly opened my eyes and immediately caught the flash of her eyes in the twinkling night light form the train’s corridor. “Hello good looking” she barley spoke, making.