I want to crawl into a hole with embarrassment. At the same time, she did not seem appalled that I had a hard on. I look over and she still has a smil... on her face. Shes's probably texting a friend about the creep on the train I think to myself. A minute later, I steal another look and she has put her phone down and is looking my way. There is still a noticeable bulge in pants and I see her stare move from the window behind me to my crotch. I decide to offer a better look and again tug at my. She was pretty sure he was about to explode and truthfully, even though she herself was excited, it would have been fine with her if he did shoot his load. She wondered if he really wanted her to be text'ing with Brandon while she was giving him a hand job. The thought of texting Brandon back with her husbands very hard cock in her tiny left hand as she typed to Brandon with her right, was quite thrilling. It was truly naughty, yet so damn exciting too she thought. She decided to let her own. You just—" It's been a long time since you've spent time with anyone my age, hasn't it?" Flora asked. "Believe me, there's no one my age like you. Almost no one my age works, has a work ethic, is concerned about anything besides themselves, or can take care of so many people." But that still doesn't change anything. This involves more than just me. Now if you'd just..." he said as he reached to press her back even further, only to stop when he found his hands positioned in front of her wet. But you did all you could do.''Did I?'Chuck shrugged.'Don't really know, but, fuck, you care. Don't know how but you do, and you're giving it your all. What else can you do?''I honestly don't know.''You shouldn't worry that much. What happens, happens. Nothing for you to go crying over.'Estelle looked at him intently.'So you don't care at all what happens to those people?'Chuck was annoyed at how confrontational he felt like being.'Terrible things happening to loads of people, pretty much all.