I can almost sense how wet your pussy is as you look me in the eye suggestively as our train pulls out of London. As you cross then uncross your legs ... can see the tops of the stockings you have on, this makes my cock throb immediately and you know it. Our carriage is by no means empty but you cannot wait. You zone in on my cock and rub it hard encouraging it to throb in your hands. You have no second thoughts about releasing my stiff cock for anyone who wants to see. You have already had eye. I turned and saw Katie stood behind me dressed in her pencil skirt, blouse and high heels she could always walk in. She worked as an office manager which was very suited to her controlling nature. “What are you doing?” she asked firmly. “Just cleaning” I replied. Her tone seemed more relaxed than normal she looked at me and said “you should try to forget about Matt, I mean a man like that needs a girl who can get the job done if you catch my drift”. She is so arrogant! I could not hold my. There was the sound of footfalls on the stairs again, and in rushed— Martina.Martina came to halt before her at a respectful distance, and bobbed a quite decentcurtsey. Claire regarded with mocking curiosity the figure before her. The pink chiffonheadscarf, low on the forehead and tied behind the ears; the hastily-applied eyebrowpencil, rouge and lipstick; the skimpy, scanty pink frock, generously trimmed with whitelace, its skirt only just long enough to cover the bare essentials, and then. He was a hard man who took no shit from anyoneincluding me. The world seemed easy; things were black and white with noblurred lines.I was an only child and although not a mummy's boy I always gravitatedtowards her. She was a warm and caring woman who loved her family. Shealso had strong beliefs; a religious woman whose heart was broken when Idecided no longer to suffer the ordeal of Sundays wasted at church. Thatdrove a wedge between us and I don't think she ever forgave me for it.Physically I.