Il lui doitlui rester un mois ou deux ? tirer....."Vicky approuva de la t?te et ilcontinua :- "J'ai vu ce qu'ils vous faisaient auparloir, ils vou... pelotaient, sous la table il vous doigtait, n'est ce pas ?....... Vicky arr?ta le sergent dans son ?lanet elle railla :- "Ils me molestaient, et pas un d'entrevous n'a boug? le moindre petit doigt ! ..... Vous ?tiez tousspectateurs....."- "Attendez madame Sanderson, cela faitassez longtemps que vous venez pour conna?tre les r?gles,? on. I was exhilarated, and my cock showed it. I stood up and admired myself in the mirror. “Not bad,” I thought. I then put on the other stocking, pausing again to look in the mirror. Next, I picked up the satin panties Kerry had given me, which I now realized were crotchless, with lace-edging at the cutouts. I wondered if he had actually given me the pair I had pulled out of the drawer or he had selected them for me. I pulled them on, one leg at a time. I could feel my cock stiffen ever. She didn't seem to have noticed. Yet, as the train swayed on the tracks, I found myself being pushed up against her, again and again. I could feel the curves of her asscheeks through her skirt against my body, and with every bump I was pressed up against them. It didn't take much imagination to feel as if I was thrusting into her, over and over again, guided by the movements of the train. The only thing preventing it from being a reality were the thin layers of our clothes. It was so easy to. Finally I allowed my finger to brush over the nub of her swollen clit, she jerked, had to cover it with a loud cough. Then, moving my finger in slow circles I stroked from her clit along the sensitive skin to the very top of her cleft and back, round and round increasing and decreasing the pressure and speed. I could feel her tremble as her thighs opened wider, wetness flooding my fingers. Glancing over I saw her raise a finger to her lips and bite down on the knuckle. I could feel the tension.