You know for a white woman you are a real turn on he told her, well you got me all horny any way and I just want to screw you to the seat. Sorry but i...f you are turned on its not my fault and I wont sit here and be talked to like that. She said as she rose to leave the carriage. At that moment the train jolted again and she fell into his arms again. You will have to be more careful he told her, she just looked into his deep blue eyes and said let me up please, no problem but first admit. "Wow, Sara, you are one hot lady!" Why thank you, Tom. But you're pretty good yourself, you know.They kissed again, more gently, more tenderly.Sara pulled her lips away from Tom's slowly. "I hate to say it," she began, as she looked at the delicate little watch on her wrist, "but I've got to get cleaned up and get back to work." Right," Tom said. He gave Sara a quick kiss on the lips then pushed back, pulling his softening cock out of her pussy with a wet sound. He got off the bed and held his. She eyed himwith amusement. She fed him light praise. She pouredsome hot sauce on his tacos, and he found his mouthburning. He had to stop eating. “I’m sorry, Terry! Too hot for you, huh?”Terry observed other couples in the restaurant: Men withtheir hands upon their women’s laps; women looking up attheir dates with soft, yielding admiration. Shari asked him if he wanted to get drunk. “What do you mean?”“My sister has an apartment on Fifth Street.. “Sir, is this train going to Orly?” No, of course not, the announcement was just a joke. “Yes, madam, we’ll be there in forty minutes,” I answered to the blonde tourist, ridiculous with her Eiffel Tower keychain and her I love Paris tee-shirt. Yes, we Parisian love tourists.I entered the train and put back in place my fucking kepi. My mother found me handsome in my uniform. I was pathetic. I put my key in the closing system next to the door and turned it while blowing in my whistle. The doors.