She was sitting there we looked to the clock.. Realised we had 2 hours of complete session.I took a boxer and wore it. She brought very less clothes i... a small backpack and that modern bitch wore a loose black tanktop and small shorts in the bottom.We went to the hall lied down on the bean bangs and she kept her head on my chest.. We were enjoying some show on the tv and pizza came.The pizza delivery guy saw both of us in those dresses and I am sure he understood what happened till now. In fact. I asked her if she would ever sleep with a guy with atattoo like that and she answered just like the others. "No way", shesaid, "you are definetly made to serve not screw".We both laughed and she got to work. I was impossible not to get to hardwhile she worked, but she said it was expected and it would make iteasier to wax. I went soft pretty quickly as she waxed it though. Aftershe finished the front she worked all the way up the back between mycheeks.And she was right. It definetley lasted. Kate finally came to the phone, after what seemed like a long eternity. I was elated. Not only did she seem glad I had called, but we spoke for what seemed like hours filling each other in on every event of the last few months. There was much laughter punctuating the conversation and my incredible newfound joy gave way to desire. My want for her was like a low-down burning ache in the gut. I didn't just want to see her again, I needed to. When she agreed to see me again, my elation touched. My mouth was dry, I was half scared out of my wits. All these fantasies now coming true, none of which I particularly ever thought or hoped would. At first I ignored her, almost hoping she might have been talking to someone else. There was no one else on the train. I didn’t want to look up at them, it would have been an acknowledgement that I knew she was talking to me. My mind screamed at me to just stand up and get off the train.“See this spot here”. She continued to point to the dark spot on.