I am very sensitive about the way my cock looks so having it hanging out where everybody could see it was really tough. It helped that dad also walked...around the house with his junk out. Most of the women didn’t pay that much attention. Oh, they looked but didn’t make a big thing about staring at it. Except Marie, the housekeeper. She seemed somewhat fascinated by my cock. On the third day, I was in the living room on the sofa reading a book when Marie came in to do some dusting. I noticed she. I nearly ripped off my skinny jeans. I took off my shirt until all I wore were the thongs. I locked the door, plopped onto my bed, and made sure my thick blanket was wrapped around me. It was all fluffy and poofed up, and I felt comfortable. I played my porn DVD. I shoved my conviently cock-shaped TV remote down my panties and spread my pussy lips around it. I started grinding up and down on it, and groaning so hard as two guys started a gangbang with a slutty girl. I got so carried away. Even then, the train is crowded, but by the third stop, we are packed in like sardines. I’m wearing a simple white blouse with a colorful scarf around the collar, dark grey skirt suit, black hose and black, patent leather, three-inch heel pumps, little different from what dozens of other businesswomen on the train are wearing. In spite of that, I stand out from the crowd. My hair is like a cascade of liquid chocolate falling in waves almost to my ass. I’m not a classical high-cheeked beauty,. Still holding hands they got up and walked silently to the bedroom where they proceeded to scratch the itch that tingled in him. It was a loving and caring session without any earth shattering explosions. They still both had orgasms with John leaving a mass of fluid behind in Linda which then made a mess of the sheet and mattress protector. Linda, with the help of John, quickly removed these items from the bed before the mattress got soiled as she had to hold one hand to her pussy to collect.