I was facing the train wall as I didn’t want to look at them.After half an hour, I heard some camera clicking sounds. I didn’t dare to see what it...was. The sounds repeated for at least 10 times. I was afraid they might be clicking my pics. I closed my eyes tightly and didn’t say anything. At around 11:00 pm, I started feeling hungry. The lights were still on in my coupe. But my hunger dominated my fear. I quietly got up and came out of the coupe. I found the attendant and asked him where I. Did he know that Mark was my son? I asked Mark what he told his instructor about me and Mark told me the only thing he told his instructor about me was that I lived in the same apartment building as he did. I felt a little relieved after hearing that and some of my fears were calmed. Still on Monday morning my nerves began building in my stomach all over again. I had decided to wear a blue pinstriped business suit that had a skirt that had a hem that stopped a good six inches above the. There was a bulky swelling beneath her shirt. I was old enough of course to know what breasts were, even though I'd never seen them naked (unless you considered the cleavage of the women my father called 'escorts' who sometimes came in with wealthy looking men). I poked at them threw the thick clothing with my index finger. They felt as though they were soft, although I couldn't really tell too much with the blazer on.At this point my heart was racing. I also had a small erection. I hadn't hit. "Ohhhh ya," he moaned, feeling the wet heat of her mouth against his erection. But he quickly became annoyed at her lack of cooperation; he was inside her mouth, but she wouldn’t suck, wouldn’t move her head up and down for him. Frustrated, he grabbed a handful of long black hair on both sides of her head and slowly bobbed her head up and down on his cock, being careful not to jam it down so far as to cause her to choke on it. It didn't take long until his cock suddenly exploded in her mouth.