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. He didn't feel it was worth the effort, though. And besides, the girl was clean, soft and warm, smelled good, talked little, and, as he had heard that all farm girls did, she knew how to please a man with her fingers and her mouth. Or with her mouth only, when he tied her wrists behind her back, or to the bedposts, which he always did when he wanted to use her vagina.She probably knew how to please women, too. She even offered to teach him, in case there was a woman in his life, or there might. " I said sweetly and passionately, full of lust, like a horny teenager who is with a woman for the first time."Please be gentle my husband, I'm still a virgin." She cried out. I started to slowly kiss her body then carefully started to undress her. She was soaking wet and purring happily even before I started to slide my fingers into her cunt."Oh God, if I had know it was going to be this good I would have let you take me sooner rather than wait for our wedding night." She panted, very close to. It was a long hour and a half drive – every minute felt like an hour to me, the anticipation of shopping with you. The anticipation of sharing some time with you as you do something you enjoy. Some time to be with each other in a different place, away from watchful eyes. Away from our own situations. We are together in the mall. I tell you that I have an idea. You ask me what it is. How about, I say, if I am your shopping slave today? How about if I make you a promise…that we go through the.