”“OK.”“Spread your legs.”“What--?”“Do it.”She looked around the train. The other passengers were oblivious, wrapped up in their own...worlds.She shifted her weight and spread her legs. Under the short skirt her pussy was now exposed to the open air of the train. It made her feel hotter. She flinched as his right hand moved up the back of her thigh, slipping under the skirt to cup her firm ass cheek. A slight squeeze, then he moved to the other side.“No panties. Good girl. You did do what. " Mary Anne will microwave you some second-day beef stew," Brown replied. "It's better the second day. 'Make a new man out of you." Thanks, Butler. 'See you shortly."Butler Brown lived in Cramer Forest, near the Twin Rivers Country Club. It was a prosperous but unpretentious neighborhood bordering on the smaller of the two rivers. A bank of floodlights lit up the Brown's entire front lawn. Brown and his wife met Sam at the door.Beef stew and coffee were waiting, and Mary Anne, after briefly. If we win the East, it'll open in Baltimore against the Twins. If the Red Sox beat us out, we'll have to fly to Los Angeles to play the Angels." Boston beat Tampa today," she said."I heard."What happens if, after the final games, it's a tie?" she asked."It won't be."It wasn't. We won two out of three in New York, and the Sox lost their last two in Tampa. Baltimore was the East champion, and the Red Sox would be the ones who had to start their series in California as the Wild Card.Back in. ’ ‘Yes!’ She almost yells. My hand is soaked and tired, I cannot wait any longer. I withdraw my hand and run it down the length of my hard on. I position myself behind her, a stunning sight as she offers her ass to me. I slowly begin to push into her tight pucker as she squirms to accommodate my cock. I barely get the tip in and am overwhelmed by the sensation. I close my eyes and exhale deeply in an attempt to steady my breath. ‘Sit up,’ I command softly. She carefully rises to a kneeling.