She changed awkwardly under a slightly too small towel, even though it was just me there. She took off her shorts and t-shirt. She had black lace pant...es and a white bra probably size E, that came out of the towel. Her white ass showed from the crack in the small towel. She put on a blue bathing suit with a lot of effort and laid down.We laid there warming ourselves in the afternoon sun and said nothing. After ten minutes she went to bathe in the water. I looked at her as she walked carefully. She wore a red-brown pantsuit today, her hair in that tight bun, making her look even older.Though her face was still smooth and lovely. She was young to be a prime minister, two or three years my junior.Warmth billowed up around me. The stage floor was heated, keeping the area safe from the frigid January that gripped the rest of the city. Those women flashing their tits and pussies at me were brave. I loved this technology. It meant I could have my fun in public and not worry about my cock. I feel his still hard cock in my back...I have a sheet wrapped around me ---- as I lean back into Mick his hand slides inside the sheet to hold my breast and my nipple is caught between his thumb and forefinger.....Jen sits in the opposite corner of the sofa --- sitting there in her silk vest top and boxer style silk bottoms --- nice and baggy for max comfort ... as we sit chatting I notice her damp patch between her legs --- not just damp soaking ... Mick whispers in my ear " ask her if she is. A tiny cockroach scurried by my feet. I wondered, that if sentient, would the cockroach be communist or anti-communist ... I couldn’t see it being apathetic or apolitical. Not after 300 million spins around the sun... Cigarette smoke wafted its way through the carriage. A middle-aged Viet in high-riding blue jeans, a white “same same” t-shirt and shiny leather shoes poked his head into the space between the cars, coffin nail dangling from his lips.Disinterested rail employees in blue uniforms.