Well, to tell the truth, most of the time because the train is so small I didn't even know the train was in the station, let alone it was time to get ...on.Outside of the bedroom, as I've said, Steve is a fun person to be with. We do interesting things and go interesting places. He seems to be reasonably intelligent, with an interesting sense of humor and he is a very handsome man. However, when it comes to understanding women and their needs in sexual matters, he just is clueless. We have had. Don and I sat on each side and after a drink and some small conservation I looked over toward Sandra and told her. “Don and I are both going to fuck you tonight”.She said nothing. She was wearing a short skirt that came just above her knee and a light sweater that was square cut across the front that showed the top of her breasts and deep cleavage. It was flexible which I liked because I could pull it down in the center and expose her cleavage and the inner part of each breast.Tonight however;. He was better at blocking my blows. In a flash I was pinned to the bed, and my son began stripping me."You need to stop wearing these." He had struggled to release my bra and pull it off. I had tried to twist and escape, but he was like a python, curled around his victim. "I'm going to fuck you proper this time, Mom. Maybe if I mix things up, you'll mind-break quicker." That's never going to happen!" I rebelled. He stripped my pants faster than the bra. I had worn my pair with the most buttons.. "One final kiss, Jenny?" I ask. Your only reply is your lips locking with mine."I like kissing a man," I say and we exit into the real world.We walk to the elevator and you press the button. I miss seeing your red fingernails and inhaling your sweet perfume. The door opens and we enter. I hope we make it to the lobby without stopping, but the car makes a jerking motion and stops on the second floor. The same older gentleman enters and looks at us and smiles."Good morning, gents," he says.