She was sitting in the front of the train car, legs crossed at the ankles, wearing a long colorful skirt and a tight shirt. She was looking out the wi...dow, her hair covering her view to me as well as my view to her, so she didn't see my eyes hungrily roam over her much too exposed breasts or me noticing the Playgirl sitting on the seat next to her right thigh. I took my seat a few seats behind her and to the left. I tried to concentrate on the passing darkness outside my window, but my mind. I noticed that there was some strange, beatless ambient music playing in the background. The lady then took the cloth from her stomach and wrapped it around my eyes so that I couldn't see anything at all. She started to take my top off, then my bra. At this point I was very nervous, but it was too late to go back now! She slowly unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my legs. Although I felt chilly at first, I was surprised that I wasn't freezing. There was only one piece of clothing left. Her. Trisha couldn't even contemplate something so awful because she was too busy glancing over at her tormented boyfriend's face. He looked like despair had him gripped by the neck. He looked completely helpless as Malik's shaft swept into her pussy, his heavy testicles slapping against her thighs as he roared his release."AAAAHHH!! I'm coming, bitch. Feel me fill your little white pussy!" he shouted. Trisha's hands clenched up on her captor's shoulders as she felt the most intense spewing of cum. "Oh my, oh my" Michael smiled as I opened the door, "If you can't afford any panties, I'll buy you some" Mm yes please" I laughed as I snaked my arms around his neck, "You can buy me underwear any time you like"I felt his hands on my bare bottom as we kissed and I squirmed against the huge bulge in his trousers,"Do you always wear stockings?" he asked and I giggled into his mouth,"Unless I'm wearing a very short skirt, why, do you like them?"His answer was a low, sexy growl which made me shiver.