Pat threw her arms around Ian's neck and his hands gripped her arse cheeks."Upstairs big boy, give me another good fucking, " said Pat when they stopp...d snogging. Ian could see most of Pat's arse below the nightdress as she led the way up the stairs and once in the bedroom, she immediately undid and pulled down his trousers. His underpants were then dragged down and his erection stood out proud.As Ian removed his shirt and scrambled out of the clothing at his feet, Pat let her nightdress drop. “Hey!” she chirped. “That’s me!”She turned the sound up a little, and started singing along with the radio.“That’s one of the first songs I ever recorded,” she said, feeling suddenly much more comfortable. She remembered the recording session that had produced the album the song was on.“Not bad,” said the man driving the truck.“Not bad?” She was incensed. “That album has sold over half a million copies!”“I can see why,” said Bobby. “I’ve never heard that song before, but it’s not bad at. Not sure what yet tho..."Then she sent me a mail back right away with a challenge:"So you plan on abstaining, huh? Well just remember when you are out that at one o'clock, Pacific Daylight Savings Time, I am going to stroke my white little tummy and belly button and soft, smooth cunt and clit, no matter where I am, and think about you, and make myself cum, while Angie stands guard and watches me, okay? If that doesn't do anything to mess up your concentration and get you 'undone' touching. I quickly looked away and peeked back to see that they were whispering and looking at me. I got scared and excited all at once. They continued their public foreplay and started to massage each other over their jeans. It almost felt like they were putting on a show for me.When the train arrived and we started to board, the shorter blonde german approached me. He must have known I didn't speak German, because he invited me for a drink in his cabin in English with a sexual German accent. .