Unexpectedly he spits fast and hard in the direction of the other guy. His solid sputum hits the head-rest at each side at of head, only an inch from ...hat man's ears. The first one gets up and proudly introduces himself:"My name is Jim Jones. I am a professional spitter!". The other guy nods a bit and remains quiet. Silence gets back into their part of the long train. Till the second guy starts to produce similar sounds from his gutter. He takes and bides his time, for fifteen minutes at least.. I'm naturally curious. Sometimes I snoop on other people behind their backs. It's not a very nice character trait, I know. But that's the way I am. I have occasionally read personal e-mails which Cathy received or sent, and often this resulted in my ears burning, because I found comments about myself which were not at all complimentary.The document in front of me didn't mean anything to me. Not only could I not read the text, I had no idea what it was. It might have been a part of Helen's. Mother insists I change hourly as trained inMiss Johnson's School for Girls. The sheets I'd hung were pink anyway soit just looked like girl city on the clothes lines."Jamie," Mother called. I'm used to her calling me by my 'girl' name butit just sounded worse for some reason. "Would you come in for a moment?"I was feeling a bit more feminine this morning so I'd worn my pink'maid's' dress and Mother complimented me on my appearance. "Great!" shesaid. "You're dressed appropriately for doing a. I let myself go, sinking into our embrace.We stay like this for a little while, not saying anything, not needing to say anything, our bodies providing the comfort we need from each other. My dick is getting slightly erect, from the feeling of her warm ass resting against it.Eventually, Akari says to me, “It feels really good to be against you, to feel your warmth, your kindness. I know you are worried about me… It’s a little bit embarrassing… but I want to share with you.”I feel her body.