Again, all characters are fictional etc etc. The train was packed that evening, the commuters all heading home to the leafy suburbs. But luckily Jo ha... a reserved seat in first class. So there was no rush.When she arrived at her seat the booth was already pretty much full. Three older gentlemen rather well turned out had already taken up their seats. Two other gentlemen followed her in behind. That’s a full cubicle. The door shuts.She decided to put your case in the overhead shelf to create. Just the idea of reacting positively from nothing more than a hard dick grinding into his skin sent him into another fury, quite similar to his overall enjoyment of his attackers extended bout of teasing. Before he could snarl out another insult in his sudden mental clarity, the fingers abruptly popped free from inside him, leaving him feeling very empty and aware of the painful erection he was sustaining. Hey–ow! Dark eyes widened as he felt his head yanked back by a hand grabbing deep into. ‘Of course not,’ he said, ‘No need to even ask.’ ‘I don’t know yet, you see,’ she said, sitting on the arm of the couch next to him. ‘I know that, lovely Catherine,’ he replied, ‘And we’ll go slowly to make sure that we’re both aware of those kinds of things. But I think that I will join you in the shower.’ ‘Ohhhhhh, how nice,’ she crooned, kissing his forehead. ‘Shall I go and get things ready? Towels etc?’ ‘Please do,’ he responded, and she got up to walk across the kitchen. She looked over. I silently stripped off my top, baring my perky 38D breasts. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, looking at him. “Uhh, si, si," he finally stammered out, shaking his head up and down. I stepped over to where he stood and slipped my hands under his polo shirt. I pulled it up and over his head, revealing his hairless and masculine chest. I leaned forward and gently kissed each of one of his nipples, and then took each one of his muscular hands and placed them directly on to my exposed breasts. I.