Mrs. Stevenson sat there staring out the window watching her husband drive down the street. Then she noticed me staring at her, she smiled and waved.I... did the same, and then she waved me over. When I walked in, she was sitting in an arm chair juts near the window and I could get a better look at what type of cloths she was having on. She looked just like her daughter, about 5”8, a bit thick, with big round thighs, sun tanned, she was wearing a very short skirt with no panty line, and so I. Once there, I unbuttoned her shorts and quickly pushed them down her legs, leaving just a tiny white thong covering her naked pussy. I quickly took off the rest of my clothes and let Taya see my fully erect cock. She licked her lips and gently stroked the underside from the base to the head with her fingernails, which caused my cock to jump. I dropped to my knees, which put me face to face with her thong-covered pussy. I could see her slit through the wet spot, which I noticed was moistening. Ok, I said that I would be in the lounge down the hall, and we agreed at a time for me to pick her up at the salon.The NBA game was just finishing up as I made my way back down the hall from the lounge. Three beers and a steak sandwich had accompanied my afternoon in the pub. I went into the salon to pick up Michelle, found a seat in the waiting area and reflected on what my weekend had turned into. My thoughts were disturbed by the hostess calling me by name to get my attention."Mr. Baker." I. “Just kidding,” George smiled, “Actually, I was thinking it might be a better use of time to search for Josh in the rest of the train just in case. You search the lower level while I stand guard at the stairs at each car on the way back.”And that’s what they did. But they didn’t find hide nor hair of them, and George eventually lead Akilah through the dining car and into the Sleeper where he steered her into their Deluxe Bedroom. The truth was he knew that he wasn’t there; it just helped keep.