He carried in one hand a copy of the Independent and was wearing a long, black-and-white herringbone overcoat over a dark suit. The coat was open. Fro... the moment we boarded, the train was so crowded that it was impossible not to be touching one another. We were standing facing more-or-less right shoulder to right shoulder and the back of my umbrella hand was touching part of the inside of his right leg. Actually, it quickly became clear that it was not just his leg I was touching but something. Oh, to be as free as they were. Finishing the sandwich, Phil decided to check on Kat. Wheeling to the back door, he saw her lying on a towel, nude and unashamed. He knew she did this on purpose to torment him, but he enjoyed her exhibitionism. Gripping his flaccid member, Phil began to stroke himself vigorously. She was lying on her stomach, her tight ass jutting up like a majestic mountain peak. His mind imagined her pussy squeezing around his cock like a vise as he entered her. Kat’s smoky. ”“Can we come in and talk?”“Of course, I will just get my products from the car toshow you.”“We’ll get to that, let’s just go inside,” said Gracegesturing to the room.Alice nodded and she and Lucia went back into the room.Grace and the men followed behind and shut the door. Thetwo nuns stood in the room facing the group, they didn’tlike the way the men were looking at them, it had themfeeling very uneasy.Lucia spoke up, “Do you. But inevitably the unquenchable need to be Jennifer always came back, and it would come back stronger and quicker each time I tried to deny her. Truth be told, I am glad I attempted to get rid of Jennifer. Because my failure to do so has affirmed that she is who I am and who I was meant to be. The fact that my desire to be a woman would never go away, but had become instinctual helped prove to me that I was never truly a Jeff, but always a Jenn. She wasn’t a fetish or some deviation on being bi.