Thats when she began to noticed me. I even made note that her and her husband parked in the same commuter lot as me. And one time while we were on the...train i struck up a casual conversation with her husband while all the while staring at her like meat. Eventually one morning I slipped my business card into her purse on the train and she looked at me and shook her head in disappointment .She was not happy about that.There were times however when she would arrive on a train or 2 ahead of her. Just lie down. I will let you play with my body later. We will have this chance every day. Let me do it my way now’. I went back on my back. Now Smita was frantically caressing mom. Without any instructions, she started moving her figures over mom’s pussy from behind. Mom started moving her hips, while she was still sucking me. Her saliva was spreading all over my dick and balls. I started getting hard-on. My dick was growing gradually in mom’s mouth.Due to Smita’s fingering, mom was also. She just stared at me and dug her finger in deeper. I wanted to scream, but we were in the middle of the cafeteria and I didn't want to make a scene. I don't know how long she held on to me, it felt like forever, but she finally let go. I grabbed my stuff and bolted out of there.The funny thing is, as soon as she let go, it stopped hurting. And despite how much it hurt while she was grabbing me, there was only a tiny red mark, about the size of a button, on my hand. She didn't try to follow me,. If we survived, he would never be in line to become Grahhll.That brings me to another point, Jay's stern lecture. On the day after the new Grahhll took over, she cornered me.Jay: 'Shakespeare, I need to speak with you about your attitude.'Me: 'My attitude?'Jay: 'Yes. You keep saying "If we survive..." You need to change your outlook. "WHEN we survive..." is the way we will talk. A positive attitude will help us get through this. I know that the outcome will be the outcome, but we will do better.