"Yes, Erik. I know I can trust you to hold to your word."She quietly cleared her throat and allowed her eyes to move stealthily over the young woman n...xt to her. Christine sat with her head turned to look out the window of the train, but Helen felt that the girl's mind was not seeing the passing countryside and that her thoughts were far away."Well, it seems that she already knows the truth of the matter. This complicates things further. I am confused. Christine is not a wanton creature. How is. Her cleavage is right there... maintain, I told myself. Maintain! Don’t just attack them like the adolescent you really are deep inside! Keep it cool…I reached for her waist again and curled my fingers around the base of her blouse. I pulled up ever so slowly, then her blouse hit her speed bumps. Without actually touching her breasts, I managed to get her top over them. Mel raised her arms, assisting the top’s departure.Mel tilted her head a little bit, looking at me expectantly. “You okay,. I certainly hope you call me.” “Oh I will,” Cat promised. Her bra and blouse suddenly appeared over the top of the door. It wasn’t dry, but in the hot afternoon sun, it would be in a few moments. “Thanks again,” Cat said, struggling into her clothes. There was no answer. She pushed the stall door open to find she was alone. Cat searched desperately for the piece of paper with the woman’s name on it, but it wasn’t there. She must have forgotten. Cat looked herself over in the mirror and nodded. For several seconds Vikki slurped and sucked lustily on his cock until it was in the required erect state. "Oh that is just so yummy," she said pulling her mouth off Bill's cock. Looking up into his eyes she added, "promise that when we've finished posing you'll give me a taste of your cum." And she licked her lips as she replaced her left hand under her head and allowed her shiny brown hair to hang down.Bill looked at his wife where she was still standing behind the couch, "As long as..."Vikki.