"***Tom had been sitting in the tree since before sunrise. For the past several weeks he had been watching the house off and on for days at a time; tr...ying to learn the patterns of the occupants inside. There wasn't much to learn. The older lady rarely left the house, leaving the others to take care of things for her on the outside. Most of her time was spent hidden away in the back of the house.Gerald and Jennifer went out frequently, usually on the weekends, but it was never to the same. I felt guilty enoughlooking down at the breasts of a high school girl I didn't even know.I certainly didn't want to have to face any other intimate parts ofher anatomy.I pulled on the skirt, zipping it up the side. Even though the bottomreached almost to my knees, it seemed a whole lot shorter. I tuggeddown on the hem, but the material didn't stretch."Get a grip," I said softly. "It's a damned skirt. It's supposed to besort of short."The bra was next. Picking it up, I studied the straps and. She could feel the person behind her. His thigh felt like it was touching her ass. In just about any other situation, she'd never allow such intimate contact. But people were so packed in the train that Sonja knew that even turning around to face the man behind her would be difficult.The train started to slow down. Sonja could only see blackness in the windows of the train; she knew they weren't approaching a station yet. It was probably one of the signal lights indicating another train may be. Eventually blasting a load of cum inside me before jumping in the shower to get ready for work. Then I’d get up, throw a robe over my naked body, and fix him breakfast before he left. Sometimes he’d open my robe at the front door and squeeze my big tits and finger my pussy for a quick minute or two before heading out to his car and driving into the office. On occasion he’d get worked up while doing this, and I’d end up on my knees, sucking his stiff cock until he exploded in my mouth right.