After a short pause she spoke again, sounding suspicious. ‘This is very weird. Why would you use the telephone to speak to me? Are you too scared to...face me?’ ‘I apologise. I’ve been trying to summon the courage to talk to you and I almost managed it today but I’m afraid I lost my nerve again. This is the first time I have ever done anything like this. I know it’s freaky and I’m truly sorry if I’m scaring you.’ Once more there was silence. I expected the sound of her hanging up every moment. "Yes please”, he said. I told him how the guy directed the other one to explore my private parts. How he pulled my shorts down and started rubbing my pussy while I had a big dick down my throat. My husband grabbed my hand and put it on his dick giving himself some strokes with my hand. Then he let go and I continued the hand job while telling him the story. I described how they put me in all fours like a little slut, increasing the speed of the strokes to my husbands dick. Then I told him about. I wanted to fart but I didn’t want everything to relax or else I’ll piss my jeans in the crowded train!! I could feel a fart right at the opening so I relaxed back there & it squeeked out loudly; it was loud enough that no one noticed but a few people close by certainly smelt it and looked around. But it felt better on my bladder… for about 2 minutes, until the train screeched to a halt at the station!! The jerking motion made me lose balance and as I stumbled, grabbing onto Cyn & the handrail,. He could both feel and not feel her pussy riding his cock. When he gave Cathy's ass a slap to a satisfying yelp and quickened humping from her, he both felt and not felt the impact against his hand.How the fuck do I get out of this--No sooner had he thought it when the effect disappeared, and he was again fully immersed in the experience. He grasped Cathy's hips just to see if he could feel it. He yanked her down hard a few times to give her the hint. She leaned forward and pounded her hips.