My fiancé Ali, who is now my wife, and I had had just graduated from college the prior May. Ali was a classic beauty who could be accurately describe... as the prototypical pretty young elementary teacher. I knew when I met her she would make a wonderful mother which has ultimately proven true. I proposed to her during our final semester and we moved in together after graduation into a two story, two bedroom, townhome located in the City where we went to school. She found a teaching job and I. ” Of course this was long before cellphones. She continued, “It will be a Sunday, so the trains won’t be too busy. Also, the southbound 1 train gets emptier as it goes along, especially in the rear cars.”“That’s because of the short platform at South Ferry. The rear five cars don’t open there.”“Exactly. So you’ll be in, say, the ninth car.” That would be the next to last one. “Sit on the far side so I can see you when you ride in. Don’t acknowledge that you know me when I get on.”“Where are we. My dad had tied them up tight so they can't come off in the surf again. I couldn't get the knot undone and I was now struggling to lift up the leg of my shorts so my I could get my doodle out there. I could still see that man's cap, and his sunglasses. Then I wondered if he could see me too. I felt embarrassed; he must think I am such a kid if I cannot even undo my own shorts. He suddenly looked away when he saw me looking at him. He then looked back and started casually walking around to my. Just below her, on the grass, was a couple fucking missionary style. The lady had her legs crossed behind the guy’s back and pushed him deep down. Her hand stroked his back, and he grunted when she buried her nails into his skin. Lola had seen many porn movies, and this was nothing new. But to see it live was another dimension. “Fuck me, John,” she moaned. “Oh Jill, I missed you so much since last year,” he managed to say between his strokes. Things turned even more raunchy when a short haired.