She did not comprehend, perhaps, the depth of the sentiment with which her protector inspired her, which she called gratitude, but which, though she w...as unconscious of it, was really more than that. Her heart sank within her when she recognised the man whom Mr. Fogg desired, sooner or later, to call to account for his conduct. Chance alone, it was clear, had brought Colonel Proctor on this train; but there he was, and it was necessary, at all hazards, that Phileas Fogg should not perceive his. I was so involved in their fucking and rubbing my cock as I watched I didn't hear the footsteps come up behind me until a voice made me jump."Hello there" I spun round with my cock in my hand and saw a tall thin man in a suit standing there."Oh god it's not what you think" I muttered trying to cover the bulge in my trousers."you mean your not watching my wife getting a good fucking while you masturbate?" replied the man."Well!" I stammered but i really didn't know what to say but strangely the. ”“Like you did in getting married to a fifteen year old girl with a baby?”“I’d rather keep my family separated from this business. But yes. Besides, it’s not her baby. It’s her sister’s, who died. We just adopted her.”“And you intend to stay married to her? You know that it may raise some eyebrows.”“For the time being yes. At least until the citizenship issue is resolved. But we intend to keep a very low profile on that.”He looked at me intently for a moment before nodding. I was quite sure. Both would have to wait. I leaned forward and kissed her again, my softened dick rubbing her as our lips locked and tongues tangled. She pressed her impatience on me with the bucking of her hips, but I was not to be rushed. I explored her mouth, her even teeth, all the sensory detail of her tongue, before turning my head and filling my lungs once again at the scent fountain at her neck. I nuzzled at her ears, and she giggled. Ticklish there, I filed the information and at last allowed myself.