And sexy," Erica smiled.Jenny was wearing a pleated skirt that was modestly short and a tank top with a blouse over it. She was wearing panties... alt...hough very tiny thongs. However, she too had forgone a bra since the tank top supported her and she had covered it with the blouse."Ready to go?" Jenny asked."More than ready," Erica said as Jenny led her out the door. "I'm taking you're word that Jack is a good fuck." It depends on what you mean by a 'good fuck'. Actually, I've never been with. It's quite empty, in my carriage there must be less than 5 people.The seat next to me is empty as the one in front of me.After a few stations the train gets even more empty. I have a look around and I am alone in the carriage. Very well, I am pretty tired and I can fall asleep. I am woken up by the sudden stop of the train. I notice a man on the platform, tall, brown skin, clean shaved face. He wears a black old t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts. He jumps on the train and I hear the door of my. What happened instead was that he was his Rebecca kissing this man, and enjoying it. They necked for a while and then Rebecca got up. Chris sighed with relief - was this all Mathews had for him? This wasn't so bad. But it was. She did not go towards the door, but to the kitchen, and returned with glasses and an open bottle of wine.They talked, and then moved to kissing. Rebecca was responding, and he saw the signs he knew so well. A hand slipped under her blouse, and the garment was gone. There. If they had gone together long enough for him to give her a ring, sure as hell, he was screwing her.The storms were now close. Lightning flickered high overhead as the lightning streaked from cloud to cloud. The wind picked up. Lightning struck the ground less than a mile from us. Constantly, the thunder rumbled. We could hear the horses prancing nervously in their stalls.Rain started to patter on the roof, as Frank murmured, "I just love to watch a storm like this." Me too."He turned to smile.