She told how one day he turned up carrying a large, flat package, wrapped in brown paper. Hed struggled to carry it in, and had set it upright on the ...ofa in her lounge. Well, what is it? Helen had asked him. Hed simply smiled, and told her to look for herself. Bemused, shed begun to tear the paper off. As the wrapping came away in her hand she saw what it was. The painting of her on the rusty swing from forty years earlier. Hed tracked it down, and had bought it from its current owner just so. Since there was nothing too interesting in the group I let my mind drift to other things. After a few minutes I felt something on my right hand. I had been using it to hold on to a strap (those hanging things we use to hold on in buses or trains). This was unusual because the train was still pretty much empty. So I looked up and saw that one of the women had put her hand firmly over mine on the strap. I thought she must have done so by mistake as there were plenty of other places to rest her. She began to straighten her legs and by doing so accidentally pushed her own head further into the top step.“Perfect,” he thought as she now stood completely open to him. Her face buried in the staircase, if he were to push into her now she would not fall over. She was suspended in such a way that she was completely balanced.“Baby? I am going to fuck you... I have to,” he said to her finally, moving his hands across her bare ass as he spoke as if already claiming her as his.Jen's heart was. I knew I would not be rising again this night, and looking at my watch real fast I knew we only had about 30 minutes left. So I bent down and gave her a soft kiss, and told her to just watch. I moved down and slid next to Kimmie, who was still eating Linda out. And doing a good job to judge by her sighs and moans. Both of her hands had come down on Kimmie’s head, urging her on even more.Kimmie jumped slightly as I moved my body against her side, bending my thigh so it rested against the top of.