Now his body hunched over as each convulsion pushed another hot jet of cum out, covering his stomach, the underside of his shirt and her now stroking ...and. As he finally emptied himself out with a gasping shudder, the woman pulled her hand out and, never breaking eye contact, sucked her fingers clean. Then, as he groaned and sank back against the seat, she leaned over, lifted his shirt, and licked his stomach clean, just as the train was pulling into King Street Station. Simon grinned and sat. “Are you a virgin?” she asked. I said yes. She said me this is very common for your generation guys.I said I am not able to control. Because of loneliness, I have masturbated sniffing you undergarments and blouse. She was shocked. I was afraid of her reaction. She asked what you like to sniff, my panty? I said no.Then she asked then what. I said your blouse. She said just close your eyes. I became excited. I asked why but she said don’t ask questions. I said ok and closed my eyes. After a few. He pulled my face in close to his, our lips locked. At first it was a nervous kiss. I held back slightly not sure of how to react, and then I could feel myself craving more. As I relaxed onto his mouth, our tongues started to entwine. His other hand still grabbing my arse. I started grinding against him, instinct kicking in. His lips left mine, but for only a brief second. He was kissing my neck, nibbling a little as I moaned in pleasure. I could feel the dampness getting worse between my legs. She finally fell asleep, but slept poorly.The following morning, she rose at 5:30 while Jeff was in the shower. She donned her robe and went downstairs to start the coffee for Jeff. He would take only coffee, no breakfast as usual. He would probably eat on the flight over. It was a corporate jet and had a full kitchen and an attendant. Not a bad way to travel as she knew from the trips she had taken with him. She had the coffee ready when he came down and they talked for a few minutes before he.