She hinted at the need to go powder her nose but he chose to ignore her hint. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he whispered in her ear that...the train would have a toilet on board and surely she could wait till they were on route.Picking up both their suitcases he then shepherded her out of the pub and across to the station. Once sat on their train she crossed her legs and pushed her hands deep into the v of her crotch, he smiled and enquired "Do you really need to go that much?" she. Another reason I wasn't too terribly concerned about pulling over and offering her a ride. Unless this hippy had a gun hidden on her person somewhere, she didn't look all that scary.She wore her light brown hair long, in a ponytail, carried a small rucksack over one shoulder which obviously contained all of her worldly possessions. And like I said, plain-faced as she wore little if any makeup, she was nevertheless very pretty in a plain-Jane sort of a way. But it was obvious just looking at. I’d ‘ve rather been here.” John pulled back from Libby, as he straightened up Libby felt an instant pang of loneliness. “John, I love you” she almost whispered. John walked around and knelt on the floor in front of her, putting his head on her lap. “I love you too sweets.” Libby ran her fingers through John’s hair gently, caressing his skull, not in a sexual way but in a sensual way. Her touch alone was enough to waken John’s cock and send goose bumps up his arms. “Libby…” a moment of silence. She was sleeping on her side, facing away from him, her favorite blanket hugged close to her chest, with her cheek resting on it. The man quietly walked to stand by the bed so he could see her face. She was smiling in her sleep. He couldn't help but smile himself, as he had the feeling she was dreaming about him again. This was confirmed when she whispered his name in her sleep.He went around to the other side of the bed and quickly undressed, careful not to make any noise to wake her. He.