This had never occurred before in these types of circumstances and I was feeling flustered and embarrassed by it, so I hid my reddened face back behin... my book and tried to avoid looking again.Eventually, after a few stops, we reached Woking and they both stood up to get ready to leave the train. I still couldn’t miss noticing how her skirt swished around her thighs as she stood up; they both shuffled forwards and turned to reach up for their shopping bags from the rack above and I was given a. Laura got her own way about most things in the relationship. Erica may have been a confident, intelligent woman in public life, but it turned out that once you got her a little horny she was only too happy to submit to whatever her spoiled brat of a girlfriend wanted.And Laura was a spoiled brat; she knew it. Her mother was rich, and Laura was pretty, and so Laura had never really had to want for anything in her life. She'd been surrounded by an army of boys willing to do anything for her since. Even as writing this I got a hard on thinking about it.The fantasies I've had with the bikers usually start with me teasing him, telling him how I love to give him a good time. I would keep on gyrating my hips and showing him my ass to seduce him and give him a hard on. I then give him a striptease and tell him my ass is his if he wants it. I would then start rubbing his jeans, feeling the outline of his cock, and continue to fill him up with lust. Sometimes in these fantasies the old biker. No time to back out. Now I have all the info I needed. She was told what to do and agreed to do it the right way. It must have been around 3 AM when I started driving letting my navigator lead the way ‘Take a right at next street you are at your destination’. All the lights are off in the house. What am I walking into. It could be a trick. Is this her real address. No guts no Glory! I walk up to this very up scale home in a high end neighborhood. The door is unlocked in this large f****y.