He began making small circles on her right shoulder with the long black index finger of his right hand. After a minute she began to relax. He buried h...s face in her lustrous hair and inhaled the fragrance that was the residue of her shampoo. With the tips of the fingers of his left hand he softly, so softly, touched the tips of the fingers of her left hand. They were making a connection.Brooke was hyper-aware of the length of his hard body being pressed against her side. What he was doing with. He was exactly as Clegg had imagined from his photographs and the newsreels; the pugilistic expression, spotted bow tie, pinstriped suit, gold chain stretched across his waistcoat, seeming to keep his belly in check. Churchill folded the papers he was working on and slid them into a file.This boded ill as far as Clegg was concerned. He could imagine that Churchill was less likely to take no for an answer than Stangways had been. On the other hand, if you were going to get suckered in to a. .. I had just started to feel him twitch and throb when the train began to slow down. I stood still, just in case this was his stop. Doors opened, people exchanged, light draft of cold air… Jesus! It was becoming too much! Knowing him still in the back of the train, I used the movement of people to get myself closer. Needing to feel him better, I pressed my ass to his erection. Oh, yes! This was exactly what I’d been needing all day. A good, hard-as-a-rock cock. Moving, slowly grinding against. It was Cassi saying she's just got into her car and is in her way to me. I put on a pair of short pants and let my balls and cock hang free. It wasn't long till Cassi arrived and I opened for her and once she got out the car it was rather obvious we were both in the mood to fuck each other.She was wearing a short mini skirt and a top with hills. Morning handsome she said and I replied morning beautiful. She had a bag with her with a change of clothes for later. She walked up to me with purpose.