Indeed,except for the couple of people at the other end of the carriage, she was alone,and she was making the most of it. She was petite, so didn't no...rmally takeup much space as it was, but now she could spread out on the row of seats,resting her legs out on them as though it were one big couch. The countryside they were passing through was pretty, but it got boring aftera while and she lost herself in her book instead, barely noticing that thetrain had stopped at a small station and then. She was shivering with her arousal, slowly I moved my hand down towards her pussy and slowly started playing with her clit. She was moaning on top of her voice. I kept on playing with her clit and slowly inserted my fingers inside and started fingering her. After about 10 min she had an orgasm, he entire body was shivering. She said she never had this kind of orgasm, she enjoyed a lot. Then I asked her to get in doggy style as it is my favourite. She got on her fours and then from behind after. . . Reality in the Twilight Zone Fusion. Minds. Bodies. Hearts. Souls. Desire is like a beacon, guiding the eyes. Hands explore the body’s truth. Mouths are hungry. The loins love, the hearts lust.. Sensation usurps the role of words. Skin communicates with skin. Fusion. Large, broad, slightly rough, warm male hands. His. Dainty, delicate soft female hands. Her’s. Exploration that seems unending. Caresses. Kisses. Tangling, untangling. Neshe’s body. Lean and hard from years of daily. It took a little effort to cover her breasts and pull the straps over her shoulders. Kristen stepped back and looked herself over in the mirrored closet door. She pursed her lips and looked displeased. She had always been uncomfortable with her breasts. They grew to a 34DD in ninth grade and since then she had not had a conversation with a male who looked her in the face when he talked. It tended to make a girl self-conscience. She didn't like to wear anything that put her breasts on display,.