“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You might make a mess and--”“I’ll make a fucking mess all over your shirt front,” Keith grunted.He ja...ked at his cock with a crazed look in his eyes. I looked up and saw his face all twisted with lust. His teeth were bared in a silent snarl, jaw clenched. He certainly looked like he was about to let it go, and the threat of his outpouring all over my blouse took my fingers to the buttons.“Shit, ah shit,” Keith gasped. “Look at those tits. I fucking love those. They continued to drive until they arrived at their office. Mr. Roberts and Amy took the elevator to the 3rd floor and walked down the hallway to his office. Amy passed several of the people who she once worked with and she looked down each time, just knowing in her heart that everyone in the office knew what she had done. It was terribly shaming and humiliating to be brought back to ‘the scene of the crime’ and face the people who she used to work with. He led her into his office and shut the. .." I offered sarcastically, trying to keep my eyes from admitting she was right. We reached my condo and I immediately went to my drawers and grabbed the first shirt and pair or shorts I could find. I gave her the clothes and she went to my bathroom, her shoes making that "too wet" squishy noise with every step. I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, quiet!", she said with a joking anger and she closed the bathroom door. "I'm just fuckin' with ya..." I said. I could have sworn I heard her mumble,. My friend asked me to observe him throughout the journey. Now , I could get some idea as to why he was peeping into the compartments and finally chose this compartment to board. The train was about to start. The old man seated opposite had started to sleep off , and the lady by the window and the boy next to her were still speaking to each other .As the train started to move with a jerk , my friend positioned one of his legs , between the 2 legs of the lady , without touching them and pretended.