Her flimsy dress was no barrier and I quickly, over her dress, had my hand on her pussy and my middle finger was rubbing her slit and quickly found he... clit. She hugged me tightly and was moaning into my ear.I’d had enough sexual experience to know she was actually going to cum. She was on the train and wouldn’t be stopped. She gave me a death grip and I heard a very stifled, “unghh, unghh, UNGHH” directly into my ear canal. She was still stroking me. I leaned down and whispered to her “I’m. I meet him at my front door he kissed me and stuck his finger up my ass , we went into my living room , he took off his pants , I got on the floor suck him for a bit , then he grabbed my head told me get some lube he wanted my ass . He fucked me on the floor after he came in my ass he held my hips keeping his cock in me while I jerked off . From that day I was hooked on his cock , he fucked me every where over the next 5 or 6 months , then we lost touch.About a year later I was cruising the. ‘I am,’ he said quietly. ‘Mrs B, I know why you’re asking. I care about Izzi. I know she is young and vulnerable, and I’m–‘ ‘Brandy, I’m not asking for details,’ she shook her head. ‘Neither am I saying all this because Izzi is young and vulnerable. After all that she’s been through, I don’t think her age remains a factor anymore.’ She sighed, sipped her tea. ‘I just want to make sure she’s safe. You know what I mean, right?’ He nodded dumbly again. ‘Okay.’ She nodded, exhaling deeply. ‘The. What have you done to me?”“I ... I...” he shakes his head. The man has no idea what’s going on. He doesn’t know if this is real, or if it’s a dream. He doesn’t know why this is happening. He will need to call Kennedy when he gets back. Mother always has the answers.Without an answer, he reaches for her, but she puts her hands on her hips and says, “What’s it going to be, breakfast then sex, or sex then breakfast?”Appearing thoughtful, the man replies, “It’s probably better sex first. Fucking on.