I moan around the gag, my body swaying slightly and it’s everything I can do to stay on my toes. My lover then takes both my hands, bringing them be...ind me and secures them with more rope. I stand there still swaying slightly, whimpering around the ball gag for what seems like eternity until I feel my lover caress the fabric of the back of my thong before tugging it away from my skin, causing the front of the thong to lodge between the now soaked lips of my pussy. I hear the sharp inhalation of. Not a very crowded train, really.I moved my head around to check out the young couple. In the dim light I could see they haven't worn themselves into slumber, they're clearly making out now that everyone else is asleep.Him, in jeans and t-shirt, 18 or 19, longish blond hair and a couple of ear rings, moderately well muscled. She's wearing one of those long but somewhat diaphanous Indian skirts, a t-shirt, some leather necklaces, a Bjoran ear ring mostly out of sight in her long dark hair. A. I reached over to my handbag and slipped out a condom and handed the packet to him, as I knew what he was about to do. Then I assumed the position he desired and I heard him open the condom wrapper. He pulled down my panties all the way down to my feet and I slipped off my sheath. I lifted up my feet so he could slip my panties off fully and then I leaned over put my hands on the back of the chair so that I my back was parallel to the floor. I felt his cock against my ass and it slid right in.. His sister, Kelly, is my age and we're also good friends. Greg is a funny guy, I mean, with a good sense of humor and is also into some sports and works out in the pool all summer and has the tan to show for it. Kelly also has a great tan and in the last couple of years I've loved seeing her in her bikini. When she was a kid, she was kind of a stick, kind of skinny. But now, she's about five-four, maybe a hundred pounds, long, blond hair, sometimes in a long ponytail down her back, and boobs..