" Ed, I can't take this. I just can't." Jen, let's say I threw the receipt away and it's not returnable." But I can't — I can't take this home. What...am I supposed to tell Mike, that I bought an evening gown at the Grand Canyon?" Hmm. Good point. So you leave it at my place, and then bring it home sometime, tell him you found it on sale. The bikini too. Or better yet, you leave 'em at my place permanently, and never wear either for him," I said, trying to keep the scorn out of my voice as I said. I slowly retract my fingers and blink my eyes open.Bird gets up, her clothes gathered in her arms. She stares at me and I smile awkwardly, pulling my tank top back down over my tits. She smiles back, slips on her shirt and shimmies up her jean-shorts. A wave of panic washes over me as I wonder what I will say.I get to my feet, standing still. Waiting.She shifts, hat in hand, gives a slight shrug of her left shoulder, then pivots and silently walks away. I want to call out to her, but something. He throbbed at how slick they were with their combined sweetness.Shar tightened her fingers and rubbed his dick back and forth over her clit. Back and forth, moving slightly frantic. He could tell by the hardness of her nipples and her little whimper of need that she was close.“Bad little Cliff,” she panted. “Can’t even please his mistress.”Her words licked across his skin with the same effect her tongue would have. He was ready to burst.“Dirty.” Her eyes closed and her free hand gripped her. I tutted. “So that’s why you’ve been getting hard all this time? Her not me?” “Hardly! But I’ve been wondering if anyone else has ever noticed.” “Her chest?” “No, silly! The luggage rack.” “I doubt you’re the first.” “Right. That got me thinking. What if you swung your legs up into my lap?” He reached down and gently guided my legs across him so my feet dangled into the aisle a few inches. I leaned against the side of the vibrating train and let him position the back of my knees over his groin..