"Wilma slid a finger along Shamus' cheek. "Shamus, if there's one thingI know, it's how t'go upstairs." She walked over and began climbing thestairs. ...he sway of her hips was an open invitation to every manpresent.In case anyone didn't get her hint, Wilma stopped about two-thirds ofthe way up and looked down into the room. Most of the men were staringup at her hungrily. She smiled, her eyes half closed, the fingers ofone hand suggestively brushing against her ample bosom and let out adeep,. One of the guys hands the bottle to her and she reaches down and in a crowded bar proceeds to shove it up her big wet juicy pussy. She coats the neck of the bottle by pumping it in and out a couple of times and then hands it back and immediately the guy takes a big gulp from the neck of the bottle. She looks up at everyone else and asks if anyone else wants one. Lets just say she gets a very positive response.We walk back to the hotel, again as we walk down the sea front she walks in front and. The train came to the next stop, and a few more passengers disembarked. Still fondling himself, his eyes dropped to my legs, and as the train again started moving I felt myself shift forward slightly, my legs parting, short, tight skirt inching upwards. That enigmatic smile again and a tiny lift of his chin signaled his approval, and I could almost feel his gaze as a living thing on my inner thighs. I wanted to see him, to watch him touch himself, and he seemed to expect a quid pro quo. God, I. I'm really good."She smiled back at me, then turned her attention back to the road. I few minutes later, she spoke again. "They're pretty girls, aren't they?" Yeah, they are." I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, but she still had her eyes on the road. The way she said that made me think she suspected something. Her next words confirmed it."I can tell you have a ... unique ... relationship with them. Whatever happens in your future, you make sure to treat them both equally well..