On an anniversary trip in the 'Orient Express' I sat opposite a group of elderly gentlemen, drinking and play cards. I noticed one older man's eyes, o...cillating from my legs to my breasts and noted his fist, which covered his crotch, press in then relax, indicating to me his was stimulating himself as he looked me over.He was deriving some sexual pleasure from his actions and as I was the only female present in the carriage full of young bucks, fancying themselves as potential suitors, I guess. She must have felt that a lot oftimes before. I never really paid much attention to whether she cameafter I ejaculated. Once I was satisfied, I was usually ready to fallasleep. She had to get out of bed to get cleaned up while I rolled overand went to sleep. Dani had turned the tables on me. Shame faced, Ifinished cleaning up by removing my makeup and washing my stockings,panty, and garter belt. I would have to do the bra tomorrow. But I wasbeat and barely remembered to put on my nightgown. My faculty advisor assured me that I didn't need to worry though, because any high school kid could pass the classes. They were intended to just get me back in going to school mode. The problem was that I just couldn't do it. I couldn't sit in that classroom with a bunch of kids and young people and read page after page of drivel. I don't like poetry. I found Shakespeare to be boring and not even vaguely connected with real life. I don't know where commas go and no one uses them anymore anyway.. Plus a second bouncinette, and a carry basket like the one that’s in their room. He’ll pay you back once they are home.”“Not a problem, I will pick them up Monday, when the shops open. I guess the crib comes as a kit that we have to put together?”“Yeah, but you and Chris should be smart enough to do that.”Ange arrived for breakfast, having already had her shower. She thanked me for letting her stay in the studio, saying it was better than driving back home late at night.“The bed was fine, more.