Usually her friends, Sarah and Nicole would ride with her and they would talk about school and boys and other silly things. Today she was by herself. ...She felt a little vulnerable on the crowded train heading north to the Bronx.She placed the heavy book bag on the floor between her legs. It had all the books for the new term inside of it. Cindi gripped the metal pole with both hands to keep her balance in the fast moving, swaying train. Falling down was not a problem because the riders were. Was she flirting with me? Had she found out from Mrs Jones? I didn’t know, but I was pleased to have the attention form this Mature Lady. She never looked her age I could not belive she was 64, she looked a lot younger, but I was the same age as her grand daughter. I knew her and had always fancies her and her Mum, but I never realised that Mrs Smith was her Granny. Well the trip was very uneventful and we arrived about half an hour early, all the Ladies where rushing off to the main gate,. It only made Enrique want more. ‘What might be best,’ Rob said, ‘would be for you to return to Santa Juanita ahead of us, and broach the subject of your engagement with Don Carlos, your esteemed father. Tell him you wish to invite us to visit. He would be glad of a chance to inspect your intended bride.’ ‘I daresay he would.’ Enrique scowled. ‘He’d likely want to get into her as well.’ Constance spilled her glass. Don Carlos was as swarthy and dark-haired as his son but lacked Enrique’s. My mouth engulfing her labia as I lapped at her pussy, flicking my tongue against her clit quickly.Fiona's moans increased in volume, "Yes, baby! Suck on that clit, use your mouth to suck while you flick your tongue!"For several minutes I clung to her stocking-clad legs, lashing against her clit, moistening it with saliva, and flicking my tongue faster. Her moans filled the room, making me think back to all the late nights I spent listening to sex noises through the motel walls.This was so much.