I felt his fingers against my thigh and almost moved but figured I would wait to see what he does. He did not move his hand and with every shake of th... train I pushed my butt cheeks harder into his hand. I looked down at him and smiled, then pretended to be interested in what I was writing. I glanced back at him but looked into his seat at his crotch and a noticed a huge bulge running down his thigh. His hand was between his legs and he seemed to be practically sitting on it as if he needed to. She was 17 at the time and a senior in high school. Jen was a free spirit that loved to dance, always had a pleasant smile for you or a compliment. She was tall and thin. She had great legs from dancing and smallish breast. I was currently dating my wife at the time. She was out of town visiting family back east. On many occasions Jen or her sisters would come by to use my oven. Theirs has been out of commission for a while. This particular night Jennifer came over in a robe and asked if she. And who is your lovely companion here?" Mr. Reynolds said, taking Charlotte's hand and kissing it."This is my secretary Miss Sintallie," he said."A very charming secretary too I am sure. Mr. Peckerwood is a lucky man," Mr. Reynolds said. said. "Um, I hope I'm not getting too personal, but I couldn't help noticing the sleeve tattoo on your arm - I assume there's a story behind it?" he asked."Yes, Sir. My first husband was a biker. It was a long time ago and we were both too young. I started the. I came out of washroom after 40 min or so. I saw that she was lying on bed and watching TV. I said her that now that I’m done with washing all the clothes, let me have my 10 sec of enjoyment. She started laughing again and said to me that she wasn’t serious and said all that just for fun. I was disappointed. I left for the door. She ran towards me and said, idiot, touch it, I won’t say anything. I looked at her for a moment and quickly removed her tee. She tried to hide here boobs. But they.