She parted her legs to reveal the material of her costume. Both moving our hands toward each other I followed the outline down between her thighs and... stopped level with her slit. I could feel the material slightly indented and forming the shape of her entrance at the same time feeling my manhood released from my trunks like a coiled spring. I moved my head and kissed her gently on the lips inserting my tongue inside her mouth. She must have enjoyed the French kiss as I could feel her hand. Still Clegg wasn't the sort to beat around the bush and I guessed he'd want to discover if I could stomach this stuff fairly quickly. Actually I was more worried about what would happen if I found out I couldn't — or strictly speaking if he found out that I found out...Not surprisingly the snatch team wasn't keen on having a stranger, and a beginner at that, along but Clegg had been pretty insistent when he called them and told them I'd be joining them.A week later I was sitting in the. “I'm glad I please you, sir.”“Oh, you do, you do.”I looked at his penis as I stroked it. It was average, I guess, not as long as Jim's, not as thick as Adam's. Mostly, it was hairier. I wished there wasn't quite so much hair so I could see his ballsack better. Some precum came out and I used my thumb to rub it over his tip. Mr. Manning groaned. Leaning forward, I whispered, “I have to keep my clothes on, but you can feel my breasts through my bra. I think that'll help your treatment.”He grinned. Now here I am, a 27 year old woman in need of some attention.At last the train pulls into the station. I step aboard, walk along till I find an empty carriage and take a seat. An older man sits a few tables in front, facing me. I smile, and he bids me good morning. Nice of him I thought. I stare out of the window as the train pulls away and before long we reach the next stop. I'm wearing my smart skirt suit, but have taken the jacket off as its too warm. My blouse is a pale purple colour, and.