I close my eyes again and for several minutes just focus totally on the feel of her bottom, its round, firm, wide and the effect on my mind makes my c...ck throb and pulse until I start to wonder how much more I can take. Just then the train slows, enters the station and coming to a halt. The doors open and as the women behind me move, a couple of the passengers make their way through the crush and suddenly there is space.My companion who I have been intimate with for the last twenty odd minutes,. ”I found a window near the sound. A woman, half the size of Terry, her face shining, sat naked on a sturdy kitchen table with plates of food piled behind her. A black head shook between her thighs. Terry was sucking his mother’s cunt! Half his size, yet fat by most standards, Mrs. Jackson might have been pretty in her youth. Her hair dangled wildly, stricken with gray. It was an unkempt mane, that hid her ears and neck. Her breasts drooped almost flat but they must have been large once. They. Somehow she then managed to lift one leg higher than the other so her skirt rode up - and showed me everything. She’d been somewhere - the Ladies at John Lewis probably - and taken her knickers off altogether.” “Do you ever follow up?” “Never. With that customer I thought, if you’re that eager you’d better go back to John Lewis Ladies and get yourself off there. Sex and work have to be kept apart. A few weeks ago Harold told me about a new woman in his office, mid-twenties, big tits, not much. "But I'd bet the other way if it was my money. Or my daughter." All right, then. What should we do?" She dropped the argument in favor of more practical considerations."The first thing we've got to do is leave the caravan," Shantar decided. "They can make it just fine without us, now that we've passed the real bandit country. If we stay with the caravan, our chances are just about nil, and if they caught us here they'd grab the whole caravan, arrest everyone. The two of us can make good time by.