Her fingers came out sticky and wet. She placed them in her mouth. They giggled. “You taste good.” Allison plunged her whole tongue inside of Meli...a. She squealed louder than ever, arching her back with pleasure and preparing to orgasm. Allison lifted up her face and spun her body around, pushing their vaginas together. Their legs were flailing about like a pair of scissors and their pussies were rubbing against each other. The friction of the others’ wetness against theirs brought them both to. Now I have admitted to letting you all know my dirty little secret, I need to 'Jill one off'.Sitting on this crowded commuter with my knees a mere four inches apart, my skirt mid-thigh, it's easy for a man to get the wrong idea, and using the law of reflection in the window, as the dawn breaks outside, I can see those men looking both down and up my skirt, imagining the the moist line that defines my labia, I add moist, because it is moist, I am devoid of panties, and my knees have relaxed to. Her hair was curly and matted. She moved with a lithe athleticism that suggested a life of constant motion.“Where are we?” she asked. In the relative quiet of the city scape, I could better hear her voice. It was a bit nasally, and very distinctly- thickly even- New York City. It was kind of cute. It added to her apparent sense of enthusiasm and sarcasm.“You don’t know?” I asked.“I got on dat train yesterday in Scranton, yuh know?” she said.“I got on just outside of Hornell,” I told her,. I can tell that you’re a princess. Right?”I smiled shyly at her. Oh, I liked the sound of that!“Yeah, I don't mind! Whatever you feel like, Roxy!”“Mmm...you are obedient too! You're a princess! Well we better get going. You get the keys!”She quickly put the jeans on which made her ass look fine as hell. Then the white tanktop and purple lace shirt over it. She sat down and put her sneakers on her pretty nylon feet. I picked the keys from the table, grabbed my purse. Put my leather jacket on,.