They had a very heavy muskysmell to them. "I wore these to work two days ago and then masturbated with them stillon", she said with an evil chuckle. ...Next she cleave gagged me very tightly with a red silk scarf shoving thepanties even deeper. I did not protest because I knew it would just make herangrier but I was riddled with fear. My wife and I are at opposite ends ofthe spectrum about play in public areas or play where you have a chance ofgetting caught. My wife loves to do things to me in. The noise seemed in the confines of the tunnel seemed deafening. His pace quickened.So did hers, tormenting the hard nub as she pushed up the hill towards ecstasy. He cupped her tit and squeezed harder, thumb and forefinger rolling her taut nipple through the sheer blouse.The train rocked. Brakes squealed. Lights flashed.Their legs strained to maintain balance.She backed into his pistoning cock, hot anal flesh clinging just enough to add a streak of agony to the ecstasy. A moan escaped her. Mum gripped her buttocks, pulling the whimpering woman against her face, her mouth opened and I could only imagine what her tongue was doing inside the dripping swamp that was Jill's cunt."Polly," she gasped again, "I'm cumming."Her head lolled from side to side, her eyes rolled and her teeth clenched.Quickly I leapt to my feet and gripped her from behind, my arms under hers and my hands round her waist, she squealed and jerked in a spasm of delight, her whole body was shaking, her lips found. She never bothered with a blouse. She told me that she enjoyed the way the fabric of her jacket rubbed against her sensitive nipple, keeping them in a state of mild arousal. As I started to stroke my cock faster, I pictured her in the doctor's dressing room at the hospital, stripping off her clothes and slipping into her scrubs, she never wore anything under those scrubs, not even panties. She told me that her sexual arousal heightened her awareness and made her a better surgeon.She turned and.