.. ready to sail any ocean...Suddenly ... I don't need the answers...'Cause I, I'm ... ready to take all my chances with you... Although I wasn't very... aware of it, entranced as I was with my partner, the distance between us had narrowed to maybe three feet. My eyes were locked with hers; those lush, expressive, dusky eyes that had lifted my spirits so many times in the recent past. Everything around me could have vanished, and I'd have been none the wiser. We continued onward, with me starting. She knew her nipples had become erect, which they always did at the first sign of attention, and she correctly figured that once the guy felt them pressing into his arm he wasn't about to go anywhere.She smiled to herself, thinking, 'I can't believe this. I don't even know these guys, and here I am, letting myself be sandwiched between them on a moving train just so I can see some upskirt shots they took of my ass.'She shook her head over her audacity. Still, she really did want to see those. “Found out later that after counting to 100, she had rushed to the shower to clean up, thinking I’d be back soon. But when I didn’t show, she didn’t know what to do with herself ... just felt a mixture of uncertainty, excitement, and worry.”“So how did the day conclude?” I asked anxiously, still slathering my shaft with my own syrupy juices, hoping there was more to tell.“Well ... right about the time I usually get home, I pulled up in front of the house and waltzed through the front door like. “You are such a slut,” I thought to myself as I took a seat across from John in the waiting area. I arranged my skirt in a haphazard fashion to give John a look at my long, tan legs. As the remaining customers’ treatments finished up, John checked them out and the staff members put away their implements and straightened up their stations. I tried to appear interested in the magazine which I had selected, but kept peeking toward John, catching his eye and staring at him. I wondered to myself.