He had loved Jenny ever since he had met her at the music club. He was captivated by this shy, pretty lady, who played well but was far too modest, an... who smiled bashfully when the audience applauded her work. He was devastated when Mark made a play for her and they had appeared to be an established item all this time. Tonight John was struggling. He felt great compassion for Jenny’s plight. He was relieved that Mark was no longer with her. He wanted to be the correct, proper friend who would. As I painted her one foot I could feel her toes on the other foot wiggling in my crotch. It was very hard to concentrate on the task at hand as my cock got harder with each wiggle. I finally finished painting her one foot with the bright candy apple red that she had picked out and she moved it off to my side and place her other foot up to be done. Finishing the second foot I sat there wondering how I was going to stand up infront of her with a rock hard cock in my shorts. I’m sure she must. What a slut she was. "Come on Mummy make me cum" Through the thin walls of the cubicle Serena could hear Dre asking where his wife Serena was. She couldn't hear the answer but the door opened and her husband walked in. The door closed quickly. "Don't mind me. I'll just sit and watch" said her master. He watched as his mature slut wife was on her knees face buried in a young woman's crotch eating her pussy. The face of the girl looked familiar. One of his daughters friends ?Sam reached in to her. Desperately I look around to see who it is, but I am surrounded by impassive faces – men, women, young and old. We are so squashed together I can’t even look down to see the hand. What can I do? The hand continues to massage my ever hardening cock until it is rigid and trying to burst out of my trousers. Relief as we pull into a station, but only a couple of people get out and half a dozen more get in, so we are crushed closer together.As the train starts to move again I feel the hand find my.