..bt again he placed it back on her ass.the guys around her wer smiling intently fully aware of wat was happening.then as the train screached to a hal... at the next stn. she jeark fwd wit the momentum and the man in front of her took full advantage 2 fel her ample breasts. she was about to protest whn she suddenly stopped....on further view u could c tht 2 hand wer massaging her crotch. as the train began the man behind her and the 2 hand on her crotch entered her panties. on cue the man in. She grabbed her Walkman from the table in the corner. She must have been tanning and listening to it and left in the room. She kind of stood there waiting for me to move and then she turned and left. I heard the front door close, again. I walked out the back door and dove into the pool. The idea of not exercising was stuck in my head so I swam 20 laps in the pool. When I got out of the pool, I just wanted to relax. I sat on a chaise and closed my eyes. Just then, the phone rang. The sun hurt. I open up my desk drawer and pull out a little hand mirror I keep there. My furrow has deepened. Damn, I think. Do I love Ben Sheppard? I’ve thought this out but doubts hit me. No. I don’t. I toss myself into my work and when I am not at the office I toss myself onto the treadmill with music blaring loudly until I can’t take it anymore then I toss myself into bed for a night of fitful sleep. I keep driving the question out of my mind? Do I love Ben Sheppard? When it pops in and I don’t. She wished he could do it for longer, she loved the hardness, the stiffness inside her. She wished she could ride it to ecstasy as she could with his fingers, but it was never hard and stiff for long enough.It was great to explore sex with a man, to have showers together, sleep naked with a man in your own bed, not wear any clothes for 36 hours, have a naked penis to hold whenever you feel. But eventually Sally tired of Freddie. She just didn't like him very much. As an excuse to finish the.