.. I move back against the wall, to let them past. You stop in-front of me, holding the handrail, bumping backwards into me as the train lurches off....ou glance round and mumble an apology... I'm taken by your slight smile, your glossy hair, and very aware of your scent, fresh, sharp... I glance back down at my phone.The train lurches again, and you press back into me, moving slightly against me... This time, no apology, in fact, I imagine that I feel you shiver slightly...Still trying to focus. Whatever the future might hold for them, he was not about to start over with lies.“Maria?”“Doña Maria Christina Arabella Ruiz de Costa y Ledesma. The wife of His Most Catholic Majesty’s governor of Cartagena, Don Alonso Christobal Ruiz de Costa y Torquena. I had rescued her from captivity. She had been a prisoner for three years. She was a guest on my ship. I found her to be a fascinating person and endearing.”“Do you love her?”“I could have, Harriet. But she is married. It was only one night. He pressed his hand firmly against me, and held it there, while his other hand played with my exposed breast. My breathing grew faster and I moved my hips a little, under his hand, secretly begging his fingers to move… he was so close. The heat of his hand, the pressure that was so close to my clit, and refused to move had me feeling desperate. I would have humped the seat cushion to relieve the ache if it weren't for him and the other passengers. I wiggled my hips more, he withdrew his. She takes her finger nails and plays with my balls. She watches me to see how I am reacting to her nails. She digs them into the base of my cock as she scratches my cock to the tip. I jump from delight more than from pain. She slides her fingers around my cock and starts stroking it up and down. I love everything she is doing to me and my cock responds with it growing. My god it’s so hard it almost hurts from the way it is stretched. My aunt asks me to jack off. I just sit there and.