At the next stop, the train became even more crowded and the woman's arse was again against Mark's crotch as the train moved off. His penis got harder...still and he knew that the woman must be able to feel the lump pressing against her backside, but she made no effort to move away. She then started to move her arse from side to side or up and down, only by small amounts, but each movement stimulated Mark's penis even more and he was now fully erect in his clothing.For Mark, it was a mixture of. May we dress and go downstairs to my library?"I knew this time would come. He will share his secrets with me. My heart tells me nothing he says will change anything, but in my head, there is a tiny bit of trepidation. Trying to hide my trembling hands, I quickly dress as he dresses also.He leads me down the stairs to a different wing of his home, to a set of large wooden, intricately-carved double doors."My library," he simply says.Upon opening the door, I notice the floor-to-ceiling bookcases. ..........................................It was Thursday morning and Emily had just woke up. The night before had been very hot as it had been a heatwave so Emily had took all of her clothes off. All Emily had on was her white ankle socks. Emily got out of bed and put on her dressing-gown. She walked round the house to make sure she was alone. Sure enough she was. She dropped her dressing-gown on the floor and lay down on her the living room settee. Her young pussy began to tingle so she. She was wearing a loose top and shorts, meaning that I had easy access to fondle her tits when kissing her.She raised up from the chair and turned to me asking if we should dance - I found some music and we danced close - I squeezed her butt firmly and pushed my rock hard cock against her when we were french kissing. After only one dance she asked if we should take a shower....!? Yes?! We had known each other for a little more than an hour and she undressed in the middle of my living room - I.