God, I was wet! Slippery juices dripping from my, hot, pulsing pussy.I eased my trousers and knickers down and leant back in the seat thrusting my hip... forwards.Adam stood up and glanced down the virtually empty carriage, to double check no one else was nearby then sat down in the seat opposite. He began to rub himself through his jeans, as my fingers resumed their work, which had been so abruptly suspended by the arrival of the train we were now on.“Let me see your tits!” He whispered. Soon he thrust his cock deeper in her mouth, groaning, and his come joined Rohit’s in her mouth.Spent, they lay there and basked in the moment. Too relaxed for nervous laughter, they chuckled at themselves, at the pleasure they’d just enjoyed.Rohit was hard again. He kissed her mouth, tasting deeply its wine/come flavor. She felt her husband’s hand on her breast, rubbing and pinching the nipple. I moved down to lick and suckle the other nipple. Her husband joined him by sucking the one he had. ’ ‘So you’re an expert.’ ‘No, just a babbling moron.’ She giggled. She was quite lovely. And nice not to have bitten my head off. Not that she could reach it anyway. I was several inches taller than she was. ‘Point is, it’s not the end of the world, I’m sure you can get a duplicate when you get back.’ ‘You’re probably right, just a lot to take care of before I go. I was actually pretty annoyed, but now not so much, thanks.’ ‘Thanks for what? I appreciate your giving me directions, and on that. I took a room at an inn there before setting out for Nazareth to ask about this carpenter. I had to be careful. One of the things I had learned from the caravan master was the belief that the King had spies everywhere. But I was guised as an old woman, and I spoke a dialect found mainly in the back country. The King was known to despise people with strange accents, especially people from the remoter parts of his kingdom. And everyone knows old women stick their noses into everything; when asked.