This went on till the train arrived i got on first and she followed me up to the upper deck which was empty, our car as i noticed was empty as well. I... sat down and she sat in the row across from me, as the train departed the station out of the corner of my eye i could see her rubbing her nipples though her shirt, when i looked over she didnt stop she was looking right at me and rubbing her nipples which were now hard and very visable though her top. I got up and moved over to her row as i. I respond by embracing you tighter, our skins touching. Slowly I move my hands closer to your breasts, which I then begin to caress. I can feel their soft, round shape through your flimsy dress and underwear. Your nipples harden with my touch, as I gently massage them. I can hear you breath deeply, your eyes are closed, as you enjoy the sensation. I move my hands to the back of your dress, which falls to your feet after I unbutton it. I gently move your body so your back is now resting on the. It was easy to forgive being used by Roberta, under such awful circumstances, and I surprised myself, because I was looking forward to bedtime.Fran was under no such compulsion, and broke our hug, undressed me right in the living room, and led me by Mr. Johnson to the bedroom, where we reunited in the Biblical sense, under the watchful gaze of Roberta, who was obviously worried that Fran would use me up, leaving nothing for her.The weird thing about sex with good friends is that I never seem to. The second German shepherd had filled her mouth with his gigantic tongue, and she sucked on it hungrily, drawing sustenance from it which burned right down into her breasts and from there into her tautly rippling belly. Her entire body felt like a great open fissure in the earth begging to be filled, aching, urging, agonizing to be engorged and stuffed with fiery hot flesh. Nothing else in the world mattered now, just the flicking, dancing slap of that loving doggish tongue on her cuntal furrow.