Hell, we never even talked on the phone. I guess, we were just playing with each other’s minds.So here I am, Sitting on the train, listening to my m...usic, I am bound for her home city, I find myself replaying all those stories in my head, one after each other, each one perfect to every word. I am not sure what the woman opposite me thinks, but I find myself breathing heavily every now and then. I hoped everything was kept inside my head, especially when either my friend or me had an orgasm. I. She stated unbuttoning my shirt. She removed my shirt and then she also put her hand down and reached my penis. She started pressing my penis from above the jeans.I then pulled her Tshirt up and uncovered her boobs. She was wearing a white bra. Her boobs were looking amazing. I started kissing her boobs from above her bra.She was pressing my penis very hard and now she tried to unzip my zip. After some struggle, she managed to pull my zip down. She then put her 3 fingers inside my zip and. Emma wonders as she drives to her meetings what Donald has planned today. Yesterday was unusual, though exciting, and now something else ahead. At ten he texts her and tells her to go to the women’s room and open her purse. She does as she is told during the meeting break.She opens her purse and sees there is a small sack bag in it. She goes to a stall and opens it. There are a rather large plug and a small tube of lube. She doesn’t have to read the accompanying note to know what she must. . where else would I be?" said the Master Chief."Hi Io," said Arti. "Say, is this chat we're having secure?" Well ... Zeus, I do not know how to answer that." Io was uncertain. I'd never seen her uncertain about anything, really. Perhaps she wasn't sure about telling a partial truth – or complete untruth."Arti, the conversation with Io goes through the computers in the back seat. They are normally set up to control the car, more or less independently but with a human controller, but Io's.