The train clatters across a rail junction causing people to come into contact with each other, strangers to each other, but for this morning, all crus...ed together, the young and the old, the beautiful and the ugly, my eyes settle on a girl, standing and still sleeping, her long lashes meshed closed, her long white fingers clasping the overhead strap, her lithe body swaying with the motion of the train, her curvaceous bum snuggling hard into the crotch of the business suited man, clearly. Outside, I stood at the back as the teacher, a hunk of a man in his mid twenties, told everyone the route. Amidst numerous moans and groans (not the variety I'm used to) the girls set off. As I passed the teacher he stooped me and asked who I was. As I gave him the same story my nipples got even harder as his eyes tried to burn through the thin T-shirt. He accepted what I said and off I went. I looked back before I turned the corner; he was still watching me.Fortunately, Jon has kept me. Anxiously I rushedto His chair and prostrated myself under it. Perhaps He was going tolet me have the orgasm I had been waiting so long for. I startedstroking my clit as He slowly walked over, removed his pants and satdown over my face."Did you enjoy the cum-filled rubbers I left for you" he asked me with achuckle."ohhhhhhh Yes Sir, but Your fresh hot cum from the source is muchbetter." You must have enjoyed them since you owe me $600.00 for all of the workI had to do to make them for you. . At the table, Quiz hung her cane and purse on a chair and thanked Wendyfor carrying the tray."Of course, dear. You just take it easy on that leg."Quiz looked around. Mall food courts are busy places, great forpeople-watching but noisy and reverberating. She was winning theuphill battle to make sense of the world and all its stimulations, buta place like this was overwhelming. She was looking forward to theprivacy of a dressing room."Aunt Wendy," she said, "what words describe me?"The older.