The back of my arm was between her boobs. I could feel her boobs pounding against my arms with the movement of the train. I slowly realized she was no... wearing a bra. There was only a thin blouse between her breasts and my arms. With the back of my arm I rubbed over her nipples. I could feel them stiffen under her blouse. Her erect nipples were rubbing against my arms. I massaged her nipples with the back of my arm. She moved forward and rested her head on my shoulders, her breasts resting. My jaw-dropping tits were bouncing dangerously, the huge milk-tanks like a pair of huge kasavas on my chest, milk white and pliant with big pink gum-drop nipples, my legs, shapely though not as long as I’d have liked straddled my opponent. They came from a flat tummy, tapering out to my supple hips, thanks to the cameras was even treated to the sight of my own shapely round bubble-butt, loving how the combination of firm muscle and layered fat jiggled and rippled with my every motion.I, Jasmine. "Looks like you won Playa... come on Dawg lets have some Fun." Then she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear."Bring your lady to."When I got up I told the bartender to save my spot. I took one step towards the back and reached out and grabbed my sister's hand. She looked confused and tried to pull her hand back. I gave her an look and said,"Come On."She got up and we all walked towards the lap-dancing booth. I've been to the lap-dancing booth plenty of times but never like this. Never with. I’m not sure they’d appreciate it, but I’ll accept it—for now.”Doug flipped over another page. “There was also something about a new anti-gun policy?”The mayor brushed the concern away. “Oh that, it’s a sugar cube for our base.”“A what?”James waved his hands. “A sugar cube, a red herring.” Seeing he was getting nowhere, he leaned back, his eyes unfocused as he remembered a vision in his distant past. “When I was young, a friend had a Norwegian grandmother. Whenever I’d stop by in the morning.