The platform was slightly curved so for the last hundred yards or so I could see people waiting for the train’s arrival. I spotted my lover standing...with the others waiting for me, I was surprised to see she was wearing just a two piece suit, with her coat and handbag over her arm. She was wearing a hat with a veil that made me smile as I recognized this as her mode of dress from her younger days. At long last the train ground to a halt with a big hiss of steam, I got off and she spotted me and. Then, thinking it might be a good idea, I went in with two fingers and finally three. "I'm fingering my ass, George. Three fingers in my ass. Going in and out." I was getting into the verbal side of it, the way he did. "Feels good in my ass, but I want your cock." "Do you want me, George? Do you want to fuck me?" Yes, yes oh god yes."He made a suggestion: "Climb up onto me sexy boy and then you can control how much of my cock goes into you."But I wanted him to fuck me, not to be riding him.I. As we’re standing there Denise is writing something on a chart it looks like, when Cheryl says I’ll be right back baby she rips off the paper hands it too me saying call me, I would really like a repeat of that fucking but face to face this time.She leaves me standing there wondering what to do and Cheryl comes back out saying so, did you enjoy fucking her the other night or weren’t you going to say anything about that?I looked at her, she giggled saying she told me about this man that was. ” So that was that. Despite his faults, Terry is only thinking of me, he’s been my best mate since school days. He’d never married, preferring the single life. He’s a good looking boy, never short of admiring glances. The trouble is I usually end up talking to the “other” girl, always tricky when you’re married. Guess I won’t have that dilemma anymore. ****The new bar “Coda” is absolutely packed out. We struggle to find a space once we’ve been to the bar. It’s a strange mix of people – a few of.