'You're very beautiful, I can't help but look at you', he retorted, and his flattery was making me feel warm in a nice way, I was teasing, I knew it, ...nd I dropped my hands and let him see me, not feeling shame, as I made sure mother was not looking at us.I took a deep breath and asked him again, 'Right, which room would you like or shall I choose'?'As long as it is very quiet, you choose', he said.'Right, I choose the top one, two floors up', I said, then for some unknown reason I added,. When the train was moving when I saw back he was beside me and started talking to me he asked me where I was going; my name and all. As the train stopped at next station the train got more crowded and we both got closer. I was on door side and he was behind me in between he was falling on me at first I taught it was due to the crowd but he was continuously repeating it and I can also feel his dick got hard and was touching my ass from behind. I saw him angrily and he maintained distance and. She touched a button on the dash and the top of her small red sports coup receded as she pulled the tie from her hair letting it blow in the wind. Forty miles into the drive she thought “Jesus Christ it's empty out here”. Nothing but a tinted orange horizon spread in every direction only punctuated by the slip of highway she drove along. 30 minutes slowly passed into an hour. During the drive, Sandra fantasized about the young men she had picked up she slowly reached into her pants and began. “I don’t think you’re wrong about that,” Phil replied. “Dad is harmless but he won’t shy away from admiring the beauty in the house. If you wander from room to room in your panties, don’t expect Dad and I not to look at you.”“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tiffany said. “I mean expect you not to look. Hailey, I should tell you that your boyfriend fondled me as I got out of the car.”“He waited until you got out?” Hailey asked from the driver’s seat. “Phil, you’re losing your touch. I figured you’d have.