She had initially intended to wear a dowdy, conservative top and jeans, giving as blank a canvas as possible for Sofia to paint her twisted plans on. ...owever, sitting there in her bedroom thinking about the evening to come she suddenly felt that she wanted to look her best, show Sofia that she was far better looking that that trout could ever hope to be, really put on a front, show her up. She wore a pair of red panties and a red bra that contained her big tits. She wore a black skirt that fell. I kept my bag and stood in the aisle and was getting frustrated with the frequent people walking from one end to another. Right in front of me was a lady may be around 33/34 yrs, she was a bit on the bulky side but well maintained, she was standing with her daughter and her husband. Due to the frequent people walking…. She happen to come near me, I was listening to songs on my mobile, I felt something soft touching my thighs, when I saw it was her ass, I just cannot forget that touch… as train. She pulled my head into her tits and held me there. Still holding the same motion, I felt like it took forever to come down."You're mine." She rocked her hips again, working me inside her.I leaned up, pushing up on the bed with one hand, holding her up with my arm and laid her down. I plunged all the way till I felt my balls touch her pussy. I leaned in and kissed her, we held the kiss and brushed her hair back and lightly pinched her earlobe. When I pulled away, I could see her expression fall. Marley considers DR Marten to be a designer label, loves jazz and blues as opposed to my classical tastes and as she so sweetly put it did not give a fuck what others thought of her.After a while, Marley stood, shorter without her spike heels and reached for my hand, “Come on and see the rest of my artwork.”Still holding my hand, she pulled me into her bedroom. Again, plain white walls and like my own apartment large windows showcasing the London skyline but that’s where the similarities.