I was of course obsessed with finding out what a woman had between her legs, and I used a magnifying glass to examine the pictures of women in panties...for any hint of what lay beneath, but without success. I stroked my dick red raw and must have squirted litres of semen over those catalogs! over I’d also noticed the magazines on the top shelves of news stores with front cover pictures of women wearing much less than the women in my mom’s catalogs, but they were well out of reach.Then one day. H. Helmet was placedon Lance's head, there was nothing, then a dazzling flash of light andLance found himself no longer setting but standing and looking down awoman's cleavage, cleavage that from the point of view he had let Lanceknow that the cleavage belonged to him.Startled from his contemplation of this revelation by applause Lancelooked up to see dozens of well dressed people standing in front of him,whatever was going on, it seemed to be a party of some kind, and he, orrather she, was a. I decided to drive into town and get fast food for dinner after that call. Fast food in Sparta meant the Burger King on main street. I went through the drive in window, since I wanted to keep my low profile. I carried my bag of food to the county veterans memorial park. I sat in their parking lot to have my dinner. The burger king burger was excellent as always. If nothing else, it beat the hell out of oatmeal.I drove back home and stretched my trip wire over the drive. I had rigged the wire. So, I was on cloud-fucking-nine when the following incident took place. I still can’t believe that it happened…During the pre-lockdown railway trip to my hometown in the north, I was busy ogling married ladies from the top berth as and when they passed by. By the end of day 1 of the journey, I had jerked off fantasizing about fucking two mature housewives in the train toilet.On day two, in the morning, a young married couple boarded the train and occupied the RAC seats (window side berth meant.