Mandy curls up into me and puts an arm around my back and Becky is sitting on my right and puts her hand down on my thigh and we all just kind of sit ...here and they let me decompress from 7 months of hell. Somehow, Mandy can just read my pulse, breathing, something and always know when I am relaxed and looks at me and says, “Feel better now honey?” I look at them and say, “I was better the minute Mike Singletary here, tried tackling me right in front of my whole platoon.” “I damn near grabbed. I was encouraged when she started rubbing the area just under her breasts. This wasn't the u*********s movements of a sleeping person, but the deliberate self stimulation of a horny woman. I still was unsure of this game. True, the exhibitionist in me wanted her to watch me beat off. The voyeur in me wanted to watch her stroke to climax. What if I was wrong and she was acting privately, believing we were all sleeping. I could ruin our friendship if I acted too boldly. I wanted further. I squirted female cum all over the floor and table as I experienced my first anal orgasm. "Mmmm!!" is about all I could get out as I whimpered like a k**.This was beyond incredible. I haven't ever felt this good in my entire life. If I died or were arrested at this very moment, I would have no regrets, whatsoever. Jason stopped his thrusting and allowed me to experience my orgasm. His strong arms were on either side of my flat, naked stomach, holding me up while his giant cock remained buried. At the next stop, a lot of people got on and one was a woman of obvious West Indian descent and her's and Mark's eyes briefly met and she smiled. She then spun around so that her back was to Mark, but only a couple of inches in front of him as the train was now getting crowded. From Mark's first impression, the woman was clearly some years older than him, but it was difficult to guess just how many.Mark found his eyes drift down and he was looking at the woman's buttocks in tight black trousers.