First I gently squeezed and looking her face expressing. Her eyes were closed and feeling every bit of my touch. I encircled again her nipples and mak...ng round to round. She was letting her moan. I started my speed of pressing her boobs and she was enjoying like hell.I stopped and looked at her. She opened my eyes and gave cheeky smile. She was wondering why I stopped. She just enquired with her eyes. I answered with my cheeks. She got what I wanted, She just bent down and slapping my face with. Her wetness was growing. She did the best to hide it but the light moans every time hands touched between her legs and brushed her nipples was too much. Two hands pulled against her inner thighs, forcing her legs to separate, the consistent brushing that got firmer with each pass across her clit made her hips rise, inviting the touch. Her heartbeat quickened the inner walls of her pussy felt warm and so wet. What these men were doing with their hands had her on the edge of bursting in orgasm.. No wonder I did not recognize her now. I had last seen her when she was maybe ten years old. She was now a beautiful woman in the prime of her youth, a feast for the eyes. After a rather long chat, I decided to go to sleep. It did not take long for me to fall asleep, given that I was tired and had a few drinks in my system. Soon I was in deep slumber dreaming of lovely damsels and their sweet laughter, while the train sped along in the night. I may have been asleep for about two hours when I. Okay, not end of this story. I haven't really started this story; I'm still in the prologue. This is the part of the story that has no sex, because for the next eighteen months after her accident, we didn't have sex.For more than a year, it physically hurt her to be touched anywhere between her ribs and her pelvis. Even as she finally started to feel better, she could not be jostled. When we finally started having sex again, we had to go slow, and we had to be very careful about how her body.