He was so fit and handsome and Michelle had noticed him looking her up and down, his eyes straying from hers as they chatted, and disappearing down he... blouse. Michelle’s hand moved down over her mound, the blonde tuft of wet hair was matted against her skin. She cupped her pussy with her fingers, rubbing the whole area, her arousal increasing. She dipped a finger inside her pussy and felt the tell-tale wetness within. Gently she stroked herself, savouring the warmth of the water on her skin. "Now, give it to me now," she begged Steve, "cum now, fill me now, oh oh oh oh I need it so much!" This was unusual for her, she rarely talked much when in the heat of the moment. Those rare times it happened I knew were something special. Her eyes were squeezed shut as my friend fucked her harder and harder. He grunted. I could see him tense up and knew he was about to give her what she wanted. Three or four more thrusts and he shuddered and moaned forcing himself into her as deep as he could. You see, Janet loved to masturbate. Whenever she had the chance, she'd finger herself whenever and wherever the mood struck her. Janet kept her virgin pussy trimmed, which meant that no matter how wet or sticky her fingers got, her hair would not get in the way. Today, Janet decided she would pleasure herself in the warm rain. She loved masturbating in the rain, feeling the water cascading over her breasts while her fingers danced on her clit and labia. Janet took her clothes off, grabbed her. She got up and left past me. I got up from my seat pretending to stretch my arms and looked back. The 2 Punjabi guys were following her out.I was checking my watch. She came back a good ten mins later. Sat down and smsed me. They had introduced themselves. Office colleagues travelling to Dhanbad. Bachelors (so they claimed). Complimented her on her looks – even as a mother at her age. They were smoking (it was ok then in Rajdhani). They even told her who is that stupid guy on the side berth.