Kya mast jawani thi uski, mai usko dekh raha tha aur mera man kar raha tha ki abhi usko baho me bhar lu aur khana ke jagah usko he kha lu. Lekin maine...apne appko control kiya, air khane laga. Maine khana khate samay edhar udhar ki baat ki aur fir khana ki tareef ki.Ek do din gujar gaye aur wah mujhse bahut jada ghul gayi thi. Aur mujhse hasi majak bhi karti thi. Uska name thi sima. Ek din jab wo morning mere liye tea aur nasta lekar aayi to maine door khola aur fir wapas bed par akar let gaya.. All the usual suspects were there, the spotty faced youths, the fat old businessmen, the old bag ladies, but none of them paid a second glance to this beautiful, mature lady just riding the train home. At a slim 5’8”, mid to late 30’s, she looked in great shape. Above a pair of black heels, which shaped her calf muscles, she wore a fitted skirt, not quite a pencil line but cut to accentuate the curve of her hips and highlight her flat tummy. She sported a silken, ivory colored blouse, which. Enjoying this? Was that why I was getting so hot? So wet?The trucker was groaning and grunting as I worked my mouth up and down his dick. I slid as far down his shaft as I could, his cock pressing into the back of my throat before I slid back up. I sucked the entire way, my cheeks hollowing. I just knew that he loved it. He enjoyed my mouth. His hand tightened in my brown hair. He gripped me. I quivered, this tingle racing through my panties.Was I a bad girl for doing this?My tongue danced. I let him, by now I was complicit in this silly game and even found it a little exciting. After all it couldn’t go any further. Till it did? I felt him undoing the waist band of my skirt and sliding down the zipper. In panic I looked at Reika, but she only stared back quizzically; she knew I’d been enjoying it a minute earlier.I felt the questing fingers slipping into my skirt and pantyhose and down into my panties. Soon he had pushed through my curls and was fondling my labia. To my shame.