If the train is not too busy I tend to smile and just stare at his cock. Sometimes this produces a smile back! I like to replay these situations later...when I masturabte and develop the situation in imagination to the point where the man starts to take it out and wank for me and let me handle him and then watch him shoot a load for me.So I can imagine you asking me what would be my perfect fantasy for being watched and then watching. There are two of these.I like young inexperienced men who are. She didn’t need that extravagant display as visual proof that she loved him and that they belonged with one another. She’d be happy with a copper or silver cigar type band, so long as it was from him. They were like that with everything, unfortunately. They were at the very opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to how each viewed life, how each viewed the carbon footprint that they took up on an already overcrowded planet, and how each viewed their personal responsibilities regarding the. “I sat down in the car and Ray did too, then he just stared at me. “What? I asked. “Fuck Lenny, I mean um Lisa, you look amazing!” “You look amazing too in your little doctors’ outfit too” “No, ummm Lisa, you look like a real girl, and a real sexy girl!” I reached over and rubbed his thigh, and cooed…”I am a real girl… just for tonight, Ray.” “You are going to blow everyone away looking like that!” Feeling naughty I replied, “I just want to blow you…….. away, Ray….” . Manisha was still drinking and giving me smiles and I was replying back with the same.then I also opened my shirt and started to massage Pooja’s boobs over her t shirt and then I unhooked her T shirt and her two melons popped up as she was not wearing a bra. Her boobs were big and firm and rounded and her nipples were pink and big. She was now only with her underwear.I started to massage her naked boobs and then started to squeeze it and she had closed her eyes and her palms were over my hand.