After a minute or two I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, as I looked towards the bay window I could see the old post man standing there watch...ing me wank through the window. I didn't know what to do, so I just got up and ran out of the room, as I ran past the front door to go up the stairs I noticed the letter box was open and the post man was watching little tight ass as I ran up the stairs. This made me panic so I tripped and fell up the stairs which caused me to lie there for a. Then this cock poked through, I ran the back of my finger down it’s stem and it twitched, it was 6” long and a little thinner than myself.Turning to face it I ran my tongue up and down its shaft, licking over its helmet, eventually wrapping my clenched fist around its trunk I started to wank it off, as I tugged it whoever it was attached to was grunting and thrusting through the hole, as I speeded up the groaning became unmistakeable hurried.I slowed right down and then licked it all over,. She was over at one counter and was making a sandwich. I unscrewed a socket on the wall and began testing. ‘I know it’s not your job, but do you mind unscrewing this for me?’ Damn it. I turned around and was greeted by a view of a jar of Branston pickle, her gorgeous face and her two magnificent tits. I was already sweating and finding it difficult to find my words, so I just nodded and smiled, and took the jar from her. As embarrassing as it was, I was struggling to get the thing open. My. A low grumble, then a louder hiss tears through the train. I feel the train slowing down to a stop. A porter runs through the car. We unlock our love tangle and fix up our hair. My long black hair is a complete mess. I get out of the booth to straighten up my clothes. Bell is right behind me.“Move your ass, missy,” she says while she slaps it.I jump. I hear a straining of brakes.“How serious is this?”“Serious. The train has stopped. Meaning either technical or something is stuck on the track..