"I'll be back." The darkness rose up, drowning me.I lay there in the darkness, trying to ignore the pain, the slow dripping that pooled at my feet and...soaked into the blanket. Somehow I managed to keep detached, my mind ignoring my body, a nagging voice kept urging me to think, to act, to get myself away, but that meant loosing concentration on being detached, so I ignored the nagging and stayed detached, trusting that something would happen, and it did, the girl returned, agitated, frightened,. They are irresistible, I kiss each in turn, though I can`t keep the master waiting for ever I suspect I would have spent a good hour on these alone. Again I step close, my hands searching for the zip of the skirt. Unfettered soft breasts press against my shirt, life is good. A button at the top, it releases, the zip slithers down the skirt following slower than the blouse it hangs up on a knee as I kneel bringing my nose to her waist level, wonderful womanly smells, assail my nostrils, nothing. The train pulled out of the station, we were still alone, in our individual compartment, and as the platform melted away, Sara got up and went back to continue where they left off.We had twenty minutes or so until the next stop, and Sara wasted no time, she straddled him, her legs either side instead of sitting on his lap, his hand free to run up and down her open thighs, while Sara kissed and tongued his mouth.I could see he was touching her crotch, she started to moan in genuine pleasure, her. ” “Now you tell me,” he said with a laugh then looked forward as the light changed. Looking ahead he began to talk to Bre. “I don’t know if you are aware, but I was married once. My wife was a beautiful woman and a gifted sex partner. Or, at least I thought so until I met you.” “Should I take that as a compliment?” she asked coyly. “Indeed you should,” he answered. “It is everything I can do to keep driving this car and not pull to the side of the road so that I can get my hands on you again.”.