Maybe it was his bisexuality emerging, but I couldn't say for sure. I knew it wasn't a cuckold thing, though. Anton was far too sexually aggressive fo... that.Meanwhile, I grabbed Shelby and eased my dick into her cunt from behind, much to her delight. My cock buried itself as far as it could, reaching to the very depths of my niece's gash. She reacted with self-evident pleasure as well. My sweet niece was apparently still fond of her uncle, and the only thing that we regretted about our bond was. “Sorry…so sorry” Carol gasped to the person. “Quite all right, no problem” came a pleasant well-spoken masculine voice. The train was lurching as it threaded its way through points, throwing them forcibly against each other and she was suddenly aware that the man, standing with his back wedged in the corner of the coach, was still holding her hips to steady her. She also became aware that as the train threw her against him there was a definite bulge that greeted her firm bottom cheeks.. He carried on just moving his long fingers around in circles on the front of my pants. I still wasn’t looking at him and was trying to play the piano but it was getting more and more difficult to concentrate! He then stopped touching me between my legs and moved behind my stool and reached around me, under my arms and just cupped my boobs through my sweatshirt. Like I said my nipples were like bullets as he massaged and squeezed my tits. He then pulled my top up and pulled the cups of my bra. The smile did nothing to set me at ease. If anything it was predatory. She arranged the fruit in the bowl like it had been in the sketch, then stepped back off the model platform to look at it from the perspective of the sketch. Since her initial question, she had not spoken a word. She went to my supply cabinet and found a sketchbook the same size and texture as the paper in her hands and gave it to me. Understanding what was about to happen—or what I thought was about to happen—I glanced at.