I look over and she still has a smile on her face. Shes's probably texting a friend about the creep on the train I think to myself. A minute later, I ...teal 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 pants as I hold my book in front of me pretending to read. Her eyes never move from pants. I decide to keep my hand. Oh, she had some nice neighbors, but despite being friendly and even occasionally helpful, there were none with whom she felt especially close.To while away the hours at night, she read, watched TV and sometimes played her beloved piano although as time went on she seemed to play less and less often. It was as if her desire to express herself creatively was dying along with Charlie.She went into the house and looked into Charlie's bedroom but he was asleep. It would be another couple of hours. ‘Well I guess I better get going then.’ Diego grabbed the strange tool he had thrown over his shoulder, stuffed the panel into a pocket in his suit and gingerly picked up the two weapons he had lain on the floor. He searched for a suitable place to stuff them and then noticed the two holsters on his back in a reflection from the door. Cool, I feel like one of those old-time samurai guys. He posed briefly, much to the amusement of the sergeant. Patting himself down and checking to make sure. ” was all she could get out. I fed her hole more and more or my shaft, until all 10 inches were deep in her. “You’re so tight, baby” I commented. “You feel so good”Slowly I began working my penis in and out of her. I looked down and watched her skin get pushed and pulled with each stroke. I hadn’t noticed how exposed and close to her slit her love button was. It was getting rubbed by her stretched lips pulling on her hood. As she rolled her hips to meet my thrust it would actually make contact.