I was on a commuter train going into Edinburgh Haymarket Station, one dull winters morning.In the standing room only carriage, someone was pressing ha...d against my bum, which was encased in a tight-fitting dress, and as the train rocked its way across the numerous tracks, this provided ample opportunity for us to engage in bum rubbing,to the point the perpetrator got the message, I was enjoying the encounter and pressing back into him.At the station we alighted the train and I felt his hand. After cleaning up, I crossed the scuffed hardwood floors to the sink and started washing my hands.A pair of giggling blondes had been fixing their lipstick when I entered, and they exited in a cloud of flowery perfume. As the door to the dressing room clicked shut behind them, I saw one of the toilet stall doors crack open in the reflection.Jasmine stuck her head out from behind the door and smiled wide at me."Come here. Quick, " she whispered.My head buzzing, I crossed the room to her. She. He’s one of my inspirations.” “Oh yes I know, I read your bio on the web site and looked up his work.” She realises she may have just sounded like a stalker, and quickly continues trying to explain. “I’ve recently started taking more pictures myself. I don’t really know a lot about the technical side, and was really interested to find out more about your inspiration, to see if it could help me.” Oh god, why do I keep jabbering on, compose yourself. “I know it’s a little forward, given I have. Are you happy?" Oh, YES!" He said, smiling broadly. "I am VERY happy, indeed."As Tomas heard this, he felt his cock stiffening behind his zipper, and he recalled, and with clarity, the hotel room in Kenya where he and Mara had first met up with Omar. They had all three been understandably nervous, while excited and eager at the same time. Now, nearly eight months later, and as Mara drew closer to the time of delivery, he and Omar, both, were thrilled with how everything had developed. Of.