Somewhat. My resentment relaxed...somewhat. “Thanks,” I nodded and smiled. “I’m glad Metro got the issue resolved.” The doors closed, and th... train accelerated. Not more than three minutes later, there was a loud boom and complete darkness. The wheel clacking came to an abrupt, squealing halt. “Aw,” we all sighed in unison. I didn’t know it at the time, but this forlorn riders’ cry was the soundtrack for the next hour. I believed the inconvenience would be brief; unfortunately, that was not the. "That's it, Linnea!" Michael encouraged me. "Keep fighting it. You can do it; she only had you for two days!" You mean one day," I absently corrected him, staring at myself again in the mirror. No wonder the cabbie had almost killed us -- I was fucking hot!Michael shook his head gently. "Two days; this is Monday. Don't think about sex. Talk to me."I leaned heavily on the counter, stunned. Monday? I felt disconnected from everything. "Monday?" I asked again, aloud. "Shit! I'm supposed to be in. The heat radiating from between my legs is driving me wild. We ride for another 20 miles or so and then I stop. I can almost read his mind as to why we need to stop. Sensing the need, I hop off once again and remove my helmet. I lean in to kiss him deep, tasting his tongue, sucking his breath and smelling the exhaust of the machine. I am so totally turned on at this point and knowing that he feel the same.He takes charge of the moment. He gets off the machine, fingers finding my fly. He pulls. That explained her sweet voice and that adorable accent of hers. Her husband was my wife’s gynecologist too.I had to smile and she asked me what I was smiling about. I replied, “Your husband has seen my wife’s pussy up close and personal every year for the past fifteen or twenty years. Now I finally got to see his wife’s pussy.”Dominique said, “Yeah but he never fucked your wife. He just barely fucks me.”I pulled my cock out of her and she immediately pushed me over and started sucking my cock.