Peering into the reflection at the other side I watched him watching me as I attempted to wipe away the excitement with my pinky up into my skirt but ...e was relentlessly watching my hand. The train stopped again and more people hustled into the tight little opening and squeezed themselves into some sort of personal space and I was able to swipe the drops of passion off of my bald little muffin without anyone noticing, or so I thought. My boy behind me, it seems, couldn’t keep still. As train. Not even if you said pretty please.’ ‘Pretty please with sugar and whipped cream on top?’ asked Uncle Dar. George said, ‘No. Hard enough with Janny being mad at me. Isn’t a chance of me doing that with you and that fancy computer you have. I can just see you posting them pictures on the net.’ ‘I wouldn’t do that to you,’ said Uncle Dar. ‘Posters and such, maybe. But not on the net. You can sell posters.’ George asked, ‘So is that how you made all that money you have stashed around?’ ‘No,’ said. To be abducted and driven out into the middle of nowhere, and passed around from guy to guy…She felt herself growing warm, despite the cool air circulating. Turning sideways, she watched Rusty and Screwdriver setting up a game of pool as she slowly parted her legs, aware of King’s gaze upon her dampening crotch."Fucking A, Blondie."She felt a hand upon her bare shoulder, turning her around on the stool so that she was facing the bar again. King took his hand from her thigh and slid it down the. Immediately I let out a noise and went to her, my arms outstretched and my hands go right to her hard boobs, textured by the dress. She presses her breasts into my hands and tosses her head back as she closes her eyes.Her legs are spread and I know she must be wet. My girl gets so wet. It’s always a pleasure. Releasing my tight grip on her left breast, I reach down under her dress and lightly slap my hand on her pussy. She grunts.“Come on, baby, let’s go upstairs,” I whisper to her. I lick her.