And I was alone and I invited her to join me. She first hesitated but I requested her and finally, she came. She also understands my intention I thoug...t.Then after half an hour she came and told that she came secretly without anyone knowing. I made coffee as I woke up and we had coffee together. And she was really in a mood of fuck. But I controlled as I don’t want to hurt our friendship.Then we talked a lot about our days and she sat near me. I put my hand on her shoulder like friends. Then I. Again the train lurches and the hand grabs you again, this time when the train moves it stays where it is! You tense again but don’t say or do anything, the hand gives you bottom a little squeeze and when nothing happens it moves down to the hem of your skirt, noticing you’ve gone quiet your sister asks ‘what’s wrong?’ shaking your head you mouth a headache. Feeling the hand slip under your skirt on to you almost bare arse you shiver slightly, again it squeezes and again when you don’t complain. “Was it really that bad? We can’t make up for it?” Marcy asked serenely. “I hope not.”Paul took his time to finish with her delicious breast before he considerately replied.“No, I didn’t mean it like that... I guess what I mean was... I don’t think it’s something we... need to make up for,” he began; speaking in bursts that were interrupted by him padding slow kisses upon the surface of her tits.“We didn’t hurt anyone. Nobody else knows about it, so it’s not like we’ve offended anybody. And. Everything for me was a huge mixture of emotions, I was someones wife and I wanted this to work and immediately felt his loss the night he had left on the train North.This was life now, in one way it would be exciting, as each separation meant another reunion at the end of it, there would be no stagnation or boredom, all I wanted now was to find the job I was interested in and soon we would be on our way to having the best of starts in life.The rig he went to was a small semi, working to the.