I hope. The doors open and a handful of people try to get off, pushing and jostling their way out of the train, and then we all push and jostle in. Th... carriage smells damp and feels really humid.“Excuse me, can you move along? I’m trying to get on” I say to a man in front of me. He was already on the train, holding onto the overhead rail and as he’s not moving into the carriage I can only presume the next stop will most likely be his.“Can you move up please?” I repeat. He looks at me, huffs,. Rob withdrew his cock from Angela and now positioned Annie in the same way, easing his well lubricated prick into her tight puss. Angela raised her head from Susies snatch and guided my now fully erect pikestaff into her waiting love pit. Susie moaned and grabbed at my back as I drove deep inside her body, everything becoming a blur as I moved between fucking Susie, Angela and Annie while Rob was doing much the same. At last I came again deep inside Angela and as soon as I had withdrawn, Susie. He was trying to look down my skimpy top without me noticing. I smiled seductively. I was wearing what my new client has suggested; a white shirt a size too small, a black silky skirt with a slit up the back and black stockings that just reached the skirt hem. He reminded me of the first older man I had been with. My snatch got wet as I remembered. He was a friend of my fathers; a lecturer at my university. He was middle aged but still handsome and in good shape. He had asked me to stay behind. The last, but certainly not least, of the girls was Sophia. She of the Italian ancestry, beautiful black hair, olive skin, curves that would require warning signs if she was a highway and a dazzling smile that put me in a daze. Sophia didn’t need me to put her on a pedestal. She was a goddess and floated several inches from the ground as a natural fact of life. Despite all this we managed to actually carry on a conversation over dinner at a nice but not too expensive cafe. She was wearing skin.