I sit in the pool in my two-piece, my long brown hair cascading down my back into the water as I soak up the rays of the sun. I hear the door to the h...use open, and there he is, the “cowboy” wearing a button-down shirt, jeans, boots, and of course, his Stetson. And he happens to have a case of beer with him (good boy). Lucky for him, I wasn’t wearing much to begin with. I swim up to the deck and he hands me a beer. I catch a view of his shaft growing in his pants. He turns from me as I giggle. She was very friendly, jovial and we both used to get along well with each other.Then I slowly got to know about her family, she had two school going kids and she was a divorcee and she was working to help her kids go to school.Since she was from Bangalore she knew Kannada and I used to ask her to teach me sometimes. Then one day I asked her the reason for her divorce, she told me that her husband was a drunkard and every day used to get random women home in the night and he had stopped loving. Sex had been the furthest thing from her mind since her ordeal. Masturbation had not even figured in her daily itinerary, and so the feeling inside as she now turned her attention to Jamie gave her confidence that she was mending satisfactorily.The door rattled as the conductor entered, his belt laden with machinery for issuing, stamping and printing tickets, change holders, timetables, keys, a torch and a gun. He was tall, overweight certainly, looked sweaty, old - at least forty by Lauren's. “Arms to your side,” he barked, surely loud enough for the people at the other car to hear. “Go on, walk to the car.” Trembling with both the fear and excitement of being discovered, she walked to the car. Fortunately, the people in the other vehicle were far away and seemed to be concentrating on getting stuff out of their own car.When she got to the car door, he made her wait, totally exposed, for him to open the door before she could get in. “Put your feet on the dashboard and keep your arms.