Her cunt literally had her juices running out of it making me want to go for a dive! Again, as soon as I put my mouth on her lips she came again. That...was at least 5 times in the same amount of minutes. That's when I decided, "fuck it" and let go with a huge blast of cum into her mouth. I never got soft as she then climbed on top of my cock and began furiously riding it. She was screaming like she was getting ****d and I thought we are going to be caught any second which she obviously could. It wasn’t your fault. Besides I know how young guys like you are about things like that. Nobody blames you for looking.” She took my hand, looked into my eyes with her beautiful big blues, and said “I appreciate your asking if you could help but there really isn’t much you can do. It’s just something I have to get over ‒ and I will. It’s just lonely and I miss being with a man. Especially one like I thought my husband was. In fact, you seem like the kind of guy I thought I was getting married. I walked as swiftly as my tight dress would allow towards the washroom, trying to keep my cheeks from flushing with embarrassment. Maybe its just my sister texting me, I thought as I pushed through the door, knowing deep down that it wasn't. I knew it would be Dave before I even turned on the screen. The phone buzzed in my hand, making me jump as I tried to check the messages. Sure enough, it was Dave; telling me that he was in the neighbourhood and wanted to fuck my throat right that second. I. He had thick dark hair, going grey at the sides. He wore a suit, the jacket removed and the tie, which - much to the annoyance of young Jennifer - matched the turquoise of his wife's dress, loosened, no doubt to cope with the day's heat.It will come as no surprise that the couple sat before Jenny on that train were in fact the Johnsons. Mike and Nicola Johnson to be precise. Married for some twenty years, with three daughters, and a perfect surburban lifestyle. Jenny watched briefly as the two.