I put a finger onto the tip of my tongue and was met with a tangy, vaguely salty taste that made my cock even harder. Still looking at her I placed my...fingers against her nostrils and then moved them to her mouth, which she opened without hesitation. She licked and sucked my fingers and pressed herself against me. Few things get me harder than watching a woman taste herself.I slipped my hand back into her skirt and went directly to her crotch. There appeared to be buttons or snaps on her. The day went by, I was happy the entire day; partly hoping that maybe tomorrow I would be able to see her and hoping against hope that she fancies me too.But what happened in the evening I had never imagined. In London office times and train times are pretty fixed. Everyone leaves office and takes the same train everyday all their lives. There is a routine to everything. Anyways evening I saw her sitting in the slow train – I literally jumped in and this time sat opposite to her. That way I can. It was hard to examine without a mirror and there was none in the recovery room. I made her job easy and bent over as I parted my soft rounded butt cheeks. ?Here, wook at mine,? I offered. A crease wrinkled her brow as she recognised the locking device and she became thoughtful. ?Iss wocked,? she observed. I nodded ruefully as Marjorie added. ?An- we don- haw keys! We weally fixed!? she added nervously. ?Ow mummies stiw de bosses!? Pauline?s face clouded as. She DID feel some guilt, but she thought that the wife, in this case, had asked for it by taking Paul for granted. That was something that Stacy could NEVER do. He was too great of a lover to her for that to happen. After all, didn't she deserve to be happy with a good man, even if it meant that his sour spouse would be hurt?Paul knew how his paramour felt about his wife, but he thought that it was a lot easier for an outsider to take a harder and more disinterested view of his marriage than he.