What could you say? It was three something in the morning. I was one of the lucky one and had a seat all to myself. There was one other person riding... that way and it just so happened that I had had my eye on her since Sacramento. Not a cover model but still good to look at. She must have had at least 36-D’s. I’m talking nice ripe melons. I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra and they still stood up pirky. I could picture them clear as day. It wasn’t hard considering that you could see. I found a mole on her areola. I could not stop myself I started pressing them with one hand and licking the other, while my left hand is satisfying her pussy thirst.I took her hand and placed it on my cock, my sister gave sudden jerk, which was clearly evident that my own sister was enjoying her brother’s touch. This gave me some courage, I inserted my left hand inside her panty and for the first time I was touching a pussy and for my excitement it was my sisters.it was all wet by then with her. His hand is now stroking your naked ass and his fingers roam between the cheeks, trying to find your pussy while on the dance floor. You undo the first man’s fly and free his cock, then you wrap one leg up around his waist and slowly draw his cock into your pussy, and you start your slow grind there on the floor, fucking this strange cock while dancing in the crowd. The man behind you has now reached far enough to feel your wet pussy, but you feel his hand quickly withdraw as it touches his. Traveling together down to Ashford from Cannon-street as commuters do daily, this was their one weekly indulgence, before going their own ways for the weekend`s. It had been Ernest`s idea really, one night when in his cups as they say, boasting about “his Cassy who would collect him at the station have a wonderful meal for him when he got home, and would soon be warming his bed, as a veritable sex goddess yet again tonight!” Not to be out done Gerald told of his own wife`s prowess as a.