?”“How far is it to D.C. from here? Maybe we can meet in the diner car? I’ll buy you and Izzy a big steak if they cook them on this train.”“...arshal Crow, we’ll meet you in the diner car in a few minutes, it will take us a bit to arrange passage for me since I just walked off the train to Chicago and have no ticket.”“There’s a ticket window, let’s get that ticket now and I’ll follow you and Izzy to the diner, since I’m not that familiar with these new type trains.”Eli was already walking toward. At one shop she asked me to wait while she tried on a pair of sandals.I watched the salesman peek up her short mini while helping her lace up the sandals. When she said she’d take them, he took his time unlacing them and sliding them off her feet. She told me later that the price he quoted her got lower and lower as he gazed up her thighs at her pussy.As she reached in her purse, her knees parted as if accidentally, and the clerk was visibly flustered as he stared up at her slit. When he stood. Sheila was a flirt, loved men's company and was always trying to fix me up with someone.On one occasion she arranged for me to meet Fred's brother, who was very quiet and shy, definitely not my type. Fed was also quiet, but I liked his company and felt sorry for him. Sheila would leave him with me saying, "You two amuse each other", while she'd flirt with other men.Sheila didn't seem to mind my interest in her husband, and would encourage Fred to pay me attention, which he did. I would often. She was dripping wet and she rolled her eyes as I passed over her clit. Kumar had stopped and backed away I jester with my head for him to get back to what he was doing. He nervously slid his hands around her chest brushing over her tits and found the clasped to her bra. He unclipped the fastener and pulled the cups off of her breasts. He was pulling his hands away when I grabbed both his wrists and pulled them back on to Shreya’s chest. She opened her eyes and gave me a glair that could kill.