Her boobs were slightly harder than what I felt in morning. Again I pressed slowly. There was no reaction from her. I continued in the same manner and... decreased the gap between two presses. Again there was no reaction but I observed a small movement in her body coming closure towards me. My dick was pressed a bit on her thighs, but I did not move. Now I started to feel the softness of her boobs by continuing pressing.Now I was out of control. I thought to press it directly as I was pressing it. When I woke up, the sun was about to rise outside. I stumbled around the bar. I looked at my friends, started crying and ran out of the place. I jumped into my car, drove madly to reach my flat and passed out again on my bed. The next evening the massacre was all over the news. I got a few calls but since all of my friends were dead nobody knew that I had been there too. I did not go to the funerals because I was kind of dying. I spent a couple of weeks in bed fighting a harsh fever. When I. Turning, he watched as Angie leaned back against the door and reached behind to lock it. She folded her arms across her chest and stared at him. The position lifted and framed her breasts beautifully and Jozef was momentarily mesmerized, a hungry smile crossing his lips as he raised his gaze to meet hers and stepped towards her. ‘Last chance,’ he said softly. Angie gave a small nod as he moved into her space, his arms reaching for her. His left hand slipped down and along her waist while his. As she walked by my seat, she said nothing but dropped something into my lap and exited the train. The door slid closed and the train left the station. I looked down and saw what she left me; her panties. I reached for them and gently took them in my hand. They were soaked. Looking around the car to make sure I was still alone, I brought them to my nose, closed my eyes and sniffed. I couldn't help myself and I couldn't have stopped myself from doing it even if I wanted to. Again, I thought.