I grab the black lace and quickly bury it in a pocket as I slip two fingers inside her now soaked pussy. Bending forward, she forces my fingers deeper...inside as she grinds her clit against the palm of my hand.As she gyrates her hips the train bounces and jostles us both, her pussy rubbing over my hand, my fingers no longer move. I’ve hooked them upward to help keep the contact between her sex and my hand. The train stops. Passengers move around us, but we are oblivious to any movement other. .. somewhere else." Well, that's easily established," Alana smiled. "Praetor, where are Tia and Tara?"'Tia and Tara are not in New Eden, ' the machine intelligence explained. 'They have traveled back into Earth's past.'"We know that," Alana complained, easily infuriated by the Praetor's constantly superior attitude. " What year in the past did they go to?"'They are somewhere in the 23rd century.'"What?" Alana demanded. "This is the 23rd century! Do you not know where they are? You record. Both lines are ridiculously long. It is well over half an hour before I finally spot you back on the floor, dancing with another couple who, it appears, are just as horny as us. You grind with her, you grind with him. They kiss, then go back to grinding. I stand back and watch. You don't know where I am, and it seems you don't care much either. You have found a drink yourself, and are still going strong. At one point ,the girl rubs your side, then your ass. You smile. Then he does it and you. Indeed, just like Janice for it would seem whenever he was in her company she was exactly the same; her phone seemed to be surgically joined to her hand!“Shall we be off then?” said Simone brightly and without waiting for a response they both left the kitchen and made their way to the front door. “See you later... “ she called back over her shoulder, “ ... and don’t be late tonight; we’re having a birthday party, remember ... and don’t forget to put Chloe’s phone on charge.” The door slammed.