I really wanted to suck him off. But he had other ideas.With his other hand, he rubbed my cock and got some of my pre-cum on his fingers. He then took...that hand and started rubbing my asshole, slowing inserting his wet finger in my ass. It felt really good! By now, a few other men were watching me be used by my sexy stranger. One of the watchers, slipped his hand up my shirt and started squeezing my breasts. I'm overweight and have very woman-like breasts. Many men like them.I quickly pulled my. She had always been so quiet and reserved until that night they had decided to go swimming after the party. She had shed her decorum with her clothes and turned out to be a wanton hussy. But for the next week, she had clung to him like a limpet. He finally had to hurt her feelings just to get her to give him a little breathing room. The final straw was the night she threw a crying fit because he was not paying attention to her while he was up on the bandstand. “Musicians shouldn’t get. ”We have to run all the way to the station, me feeling a bit wobbly and hoping I don’t fall over and disgrace myself. We make it with seconds to spare, and jump on the last train. All that running has shaken me up, and already I can feel my bladder starting to ache. The train is quite full, with lots of people like us going home after an evening out, but I insist on pushing down the carriages until we can find the one with a toilet. I hate using train toilets– they’re usually dirty and smelly. I tried to force it to be rational, but nothing happened. I just lay there in stupor. The first thing I realized was that it was not my bed. It was far too large, soft, and smelled too good to be mine.Then I got this feeling that I wasn't alone. Maybe it was the odd perfume, or after shave, it was hard to tell the difference, that gave it away. Maybe it's the breathing that wasn't coming from me, or maybe it was the feel of skin pressed against my naked ass. That Sunday morning it was.