’ ‘Well I’ll have to take your word for it then.’ ‘I remember the first time I had chicken parmesan you know. It was eight years ago when I ...as only ten. My parents had taken me out to dinner at Giovanni’s for my birthday and I picked that thinking it was going to be something like chicken strips. Even though I was disappointed that it wasn’t what I thought it was going to be, I loved the dish, and now it’s usually the one I get when I go there. Ah, and here it is.’ He pulled into the small. " he replied. I could feel my black lace panties, that I had worn for this very moment, dripping with my wetness. I was dripping for the man in front of me—the very man that was hard for me. I didn't know what to do. I mean, I did know what I wanted to do, it was just how I was to go about it. Was I to go up to him, kiss him on the lips and feel his tongue mingle with my tongue? Was I to go up to him, rip open his jeans, kiss his cock and touch it all over? Or was I to strip naked and touch. One is reading a text. That must be the one that triggered your last wave of excitement. As you smile at the feelings of pleasure running through you, you spot the train approaching the station. But hang on. The other passenger still has her phone out. More than that, she starts to lift the phone to her ear! Oh God! You remember the leaflet. This is going to be constant against your pussy and clit, for as long as this call lasts! As her call begins, you brace yourself for what you know is to. “Was she good mate?” Jack laughed.“Fucking fantastic mate,” Sid replied, “and those tits are awesome, are you having a go?”“No, l have to do some more shopping,” Jack replied.“Of course,” Gordon laughed, “you’re probably fucked out after this morning, you dirty old man.”All three burst out laughing.“So you are fucking them then?” Sid said, “you lucky bastard, you kept Angela to yourself for years, now you’ve got those two beauties, you really ought to share them this time mate.”They all heard.