The African had his right arm on top of her seat slightly touching her shoulder. As she looked away at the window, his eyes were undressing her. He h...d sex with an older white woman once before but she was nothing compared to a girl this young and so lovely. ‘Miss Tia, I’m going to smoke some herb to clear a headache. Would you care to join me?’ ‘Oh, no…I do not smoke. But thank you anyway, she replied. The African pulled out what looked like a ring size cigar and lit up. He also gave one to. She even stuffed her hand inside my bra cups to adjust my tits. Ursula smiled with every touch of our bodies. She took every opportunity to feel my tits as she helped me trying on each of the brassieres. Soon I felt my cunt was virtually dripping wet.The mature lady measured my hips while kneeling in front of me, close enough to be able to smell my crotch. She even wiped her finger across my cotton covered vulva. She smelled her finger, while smiling up at me. Ursula also managed to rub her. Her name was Connie and she was somewhere in her mid-thirties. Her upper body was toned perfectly because she spent most of her time on the dance pole working out intricate routines in her skimpy costume.I discovered in talking to her that she was one of the most intelligent people I had ever met and that surprised me because it was difficult to tear my eyes away from her perky breasts that had a pair of swinging tassels dancing a lively tune of promised passion right in front of my eyes.That. That never really bothered you at the time, building your dream business was all you wanted, but when a close friend pulled you aside one night and pointed out you were on the brink of a burnout, you decided that maybe a week off wouldn’t hurt. The hardest thing was leaving your mobile phone in the office. (Well, more like your colleagues took it off you as you walked out – ‘We can handle it’ was the chorus. Before we knew it lunch was being served downstairs. It was off season, so the train.