He told her I wanna talk to you.. She told yah call me… he called and talk whats your program tomarrow……She told him no program …. He told her...if you free we can meet….she told him ok … he ask what about your husband .. She told he going his parents house tomarrow…. He come Sunday eve…. Ok ….he told we can meet at 7ock same restaurant, ….she told him ok sure….. We think he is on trak… Saturday evening 6.30 she took taxi …. I flowing that taxi .she wear side slit black long skirt . Out side of. “Well, that’s not exactly true,” Elizabeth said slyly. “I couldn’t get you to take it over Thanksgiving when we were in DC and everything was crazy. But then you and Jack came home and we celebrated the next weekend.”“I remember getting sick that weekend.”“I doctored your drinks with the solution,” Elizabeth said. “It worked.”“You had to have been giving it to him for at least thirty days for it to potentially work,” Simpson said. “I’ll have to run tests on all my experimental subjects.”“I knew. She reached beneath him with her other hand and began to caress his straining cock. "Hey, Mikey!" she giggled, "I think he likes it!"She withdrew her index finger, collected another gob of lubricant and returned, applying the lube just around and within his sphincter. Her index finger re-entered him. She began slowly sawing in and out, applying lateral pressure in a different area of his ring each time. Jack did not at first notice when Sandy's second finger was added."Feels pretty good, eh?". I couldn't quite believe what was happening, I glanced around quickly to see if anyone had any idea of what was happening over by the train door, but they were all oblivious, lost in their own little meaningless worlds while I had my straining cock stroked and I slipped a finger into this delicious stranger's pussy. This was the stuff of wet dreams. The train picked up speed, the rocking motion providing all the movement needed as she expertly massaged my cock, taking me to the very edge of.