Tonbridge, a couple joined her, the small of sex lingering round her, caused looks of disgust, the man murmuring something about prostitution, lack of...morals, that sort of thing, Jodie pretending to sleep an uneasy silence descended, they leaving quickly at Maidstone, the train clattering over the last few miles in a whirl, stiff legs staggering to the ticket man, at the barrier, cold clammy fear had her checking her clasp bag, finding a video disk, and her ticket, red of face, the ticket. I would have liked another hot fudge sundae, but she didn't offer, and I wasn't going to ask. We drove home, and again, we didn't talk at all to each other. I didn't know, maybe she needed to keep all of her attention on driving. When we got home, she went up to her room and closed her bedroom door.I went out into the kitchen and got to eat some of the strudel that Gerta had just taken out of the oven. That was really good, because it was still fresh and hot. I'd only eaten a few forkfuls when. Once engaged, our imaginations can take our feelings and sensations soaring onto another plane; one not bound just by the physical touch, one where there is no limit to the pleasure and satisfaction we can bestow on each other.Her hand is grabbing the bulge in my trousers. Arching, she could undo the zip, pull out my straining cock and slide my foreskin over the head to distribute the pre-cum. But no, not here and not now, this is all for her. I just want to sate her need and satisfy her. We got a room, and she went to take a shower. I relaxed on the bed, and she came back wearing a t-shirt and panties. Relaxing on the bed, we soon started to make out. I kissed her neck and shoulders as I caressed her face and hair (I avoided her lips, to bad). I started to caress her breasts, and she moaned, pressing her chest harder against my hands.I soon had her top off, and she removed my slacks. We were rolling around on the bed, and she rolled on top of me. She started to grind her pelvis.