“The kinky boots!” I exclaimed, “You’re finally going to wear the kinky boots!”“They’re not kinky. Well, not really.” She said, sudden...ly running out of steam. “Shit, what am I doing?”I put my arms around her as she cried for a while. Her long slim body squeezed against my big tits, her head was small and vulnerable in my hand. I felt all tender and sorry for her, and I had a powerful urge to kiss her. To slide my tongue into her mouth as I held her tight ... And then what? I really didn’t know.. Then I feel u remove my shirt. We separate only for u to pull it over my head and return to kissing. Then u rip off my bra, I stop and remark about how expensive that was and u just smile and start to take my pants off. I try to stop u and u push me on to the bed. Your lips meet mine and u continue to disrobe me. My pants are off now and u start touching my breast. With one hand u caress my left tit and then ur mouth meets my nipple. Ur other hand is surveying my body, until it meets my other. Michelle started singing the song a lil. He said try to behave or Ill’e run yas both in going along with the ribbing we said we would then he left and said the train should be here shortly. It is now 4 am the train finally comes we get on the train and move to a car that is empty.We go to the second to last car as it only has 3 people on it the only problem one of them was this homeless guy we stop at Roosevelt Ave station and the 2 of the people leave .As the doors closes Michelle goes over. "They both laughed at the crude joke. Both of them were short butsolidly built, with heavy beard shadow. They had on denim shirts andblack jeans, along with motorcycle boots. That last article of dresswas appropriate, because both of them rode motorcycles. Tank had on aleather vest. The cowed husbands stood there looking apologetic andafraid. Tank got up and went to a hard wooden chair that was set upagainst the wall. He sat, pointed to one of the slip-wearers, and thento his lap."Let's.