”“Oh no worries,” Grace replied softly to the handsome young man. He paused, then took the seat opposite Grace. “Good morning. It’s nice for... the train not to be so crowded today.”“You’ve been on board for a while?” Grace inquired.“Yes. I’m on my way from Miami to Boston to see my family. I hate to fly and wasn’t going to make the drive alone, so I got a sleeper car. I can nap, work, drink, do whatever. That’s why I’m here now. Just getting out of my room and looking to be social.”“Well that. He was looking very cute that day dressed up in formal clothes.Both of kept exchanging glances and smiles with each other when he finally came to me for a chat. We both started talking how we used to in school and really gelled well together. He seemed to flirting too much with me and I was enjoying that. After that we grabbed ourselves some drinks and danced together. There was nice romantic number playing and he held my waist and started dancing. I was starting to get drunk as I had drank too. There she was on her knees licking pussy, The was a blonde laying on her back, right leg up on the back of the love seat her left was spread wide open foot on the floor. She was still wearing her heals, skirt was on the floor, and her white blouse was open showing her large round soft round tits. Her head was leaning over the arm of the couch and her long bonde hair was just touching the floor. He moans were soft and progessivly getting louder, jessie was slurping and sucking her clit, rubbing. C said she had been married for a few years after college but she didn't like being used as a punching bag and that her partner had been the one to talk her through that rough patch of her life and one thing led to another and they ended up living together. She kept the Mrs. title because it led to less questions about her personal life. That many teachers still thought she was married and she didn't bother to correct them.So when her partner came home we all sat in the living room and chit.