That night Jane came home and woke me up she said guess what Tony was out with us and his wife Dawn at the end of the night got this young lad about 2... and was whispering in his ear the next thing the 3 of them got in the taxi and left, she said i was so turned on i wanted to come home and fuck you again, but i was way to tired i said come on Jane its late you are d***k and i have just woke up, but she was so horny she said ok but do you mind if i use BIG JOHN on myself, i said crack on love i. Exactly the opposite of Friday night’s train ride, this one was going by much too fast, as had the train ride from Brighton back to London Bridge. She’d decided to ride the subway with him out to Heathrow, not wanting to part yet. Not wanting to part at all, actually. They sat next to each other in the half-full car, both of their bags sitting in front of them. She clutched his hand tighter, and, perhaps sensing what she was feeling, he freed his hand and wrapped his arm around her, pulling. As she turned back around, I could see a tattoo of 2 cherries on her just to the left of her pussy, which by the way, was shaved completely. Her pussy lips were dripping wet as well and they hung down more than I had imagined, a beautiful brown color to the lips contrasted with light pink on the inside. As she danced she started to finger herself, then wiped her wet hands on my lips. I begged and begged for her to come back down. When she finally gave in, she sat right down on my face, begging. He wasn’t wearing gloves but I was trying really, really hard not to notice it. “I mean, it’s not like I could be hiding a baggie full of anthrax in my sleeves right now. You know, because I don’t have any sleeves.”“Just being thorough,” he said and slid his fingertips into the hollows underneath my arms. I inhaled sharply at the ticklish sensation and at the thought that he must be feeling the small damp patches there, on my skin and on the seams of my T-shirt. I wasn’t an excessively sweaty.