I'm trying to squeeze past you to get to the doors as you're zipping up your jacket, and you catch my hair and necklace in the zipper. We're stuck, ta...gled together by happenstance and fate, and I can't help but laugh at the consternation on your face. We're jostling the passengers around us, trying to free my hair and your clothing, drawing grumbles of complaint and annoyed looks, as the doors clatter closed and we're still stuck, my stop sliding away as the train moves on. I hear you curse,. I turn the pillow on edge and rub my pussy back and forth, pressing my clit against the firm edge of the pillow. I’d use a sofa arm or even the corner of my bedpost sometimes. But with his cock going up in me and not against my clit, it wasn’t working. I asked him if I could do it my way and he said yes. I let him slide out, and with his cock on his stomach pointing toward his head, I road my pussy up and down on it, like I did on the pillow. His cock was slippery and hot and… IT STARTED. . more to relieve your anxiety than anything. I reach down with my left hand and take a handful of hair, not pulling hard, but making sure that your head remains high, and to help you feel secure. I squeeze my fingers in your hair and smile as I hear a slight moan escape from your mouth.I rub small circles over your ass a few times and then *SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT* three more spanks to your ass cheeks. I take a moment to massage where I swatted and to feel the heat begin to grow on your ass. *SWAT. . shit! Fuck it! Her! She was able to help Uncle Horace in moving around and she fixed his meals and she even got him dressed decently. She took his verbal abuse and turned it right back in on him, using her own brand of logic and stubbornness to get him to do what he should be doing. I think Billie’s problem was that he looked too feminine for most gays and the guys that she attracted were straight guys that thought she was a good-looking woman, which she was. Damn good-looking. Okay, okay,.