We weren't lovers but she trusted me. I could not disappoint her. So I was sitting there anxiously, watching as she reached towards her anus. She plac...d her middle finger on the center and slowly began to press on it. It took a moment for her to find the spot that allowed entry. I saw both the determination and pleasure from anal stimulation on her face. Relaxing in these circumstances must have been difficult, but she managed to insert the tip of her finger inside. — Deeper, all the way in — I. I reached out gingerly -- rings! Bonnie had rings in her nipples!"You like?" Bonnie grinned like a shark. The aggression level here was totally different than the flower-child persona of the morning. This chick seemed pretty certain of her capabilities ... I just nodded. "I do, too," she announced. "I like to have them twisted a little while I fuck. Are you up for that?" I nodded again and found myself being led to my bedroom by my boner.Bonnie knew ALL about fucking; after stretching me out on. It was around this time that a younger man boarded the train and squeezed himself right between me and the person next to me. He smelled like he was wearing woman's perfume, was a bit shorter than most and from what I could see he was wearing a tight muscle shirt and a pair of leather pants. As the train lunged forward his tight little butt grinded up against my pants. It was at this time I could see he had a zipper running down the back of his pants. I thought to myself "this little queer. She just was staring at me while I was busy working out. I just asked her what she was staring at for so long, for which she said nothing and returned. But that didn’t change her behavior towards me which we guys of my age happen to think that she has started to admire my body or something other.But from that day I started to think and wanted to make a little movement in my behavior so as to get closer to her and could get a chance to romance her. I started visiting her home frequently and used.