As we had kind of been introduced, I said, "Hi, are you all right?" She looked up and I swear I was about to lose my head when she realised it was me...."Oh, it's you. I'm fine," she said, "What are you doing on the train so early?" I told her about the sprained ankle and how it happened and she started to laugh. Funny how one person's misfortune can make others happy. Anyway she got out of her cramped seat and came and sat opposite. We chatted a bit about this and that and I found out why she. It was Barb’s body that climbed in with me. Her hand found my todger and wanked it between her cleavage. “That feels wonderful” I told her “but don’t make me cum first. I want to be screwing you when that happens.” Barb kissed me. She drew my tongue into a tube shape with her lips and sucked it in and out of her mouth as if she was giving it a blow-job. My hand reached down to her cunnie. She was hot and wet. First my middle finger slid into her, then my forefinger as well. My ring finger. They had not, however, ordered drinks yet, which of course was the main part of the deal. “Can I get a mimosa?” asked Emma coyly. “Of course not. You’re underage,” said Jack firmly. “Besides, if a young lady like yourself is intoxicated, a man might try to take advantage of you,” he added with a grin, wondering if his joke was a step too far for such a young girl. “I think a bigger problem then would not be intoxication, since mimosas have barely any alcohol, but instead how well I pretend to. .." ... Uncle Gary will wind up in prison." Felicia finished for her, "I know!" Perhaps you don't know," Patricia continued, "that your mother could lose custody of you and you would wind up in foster care until you're eighteen."Felicia, for a change, was silent."Look, Felicia," I said, "I'd take it as a personal favor. I don't really want to be somebody's girlfriend in San Quentin at my age, okay?"Felicia gave me a wicked smile, as if she like that image, but replied, "Don't worry, Uncle Gary..