She wanted to make her friend, the owner of the bar jealous. The owner was another beautiful woman named Trish. Trish was wearing a corset that pushed... up her ample breasts, and black slacks that looked like she had been poured into. Trish had long black hair to the middle of her back. On her pouty lips she wore my favorite bright red lipstick. Lisa said, "Trish, I want to introduce you to Tammy, my new girlfriend."Smiling at me Trish gave me a kiss on the lips, "Nice to meet you Tammy."Trish. Youre fucking crazy. Im not doing it. Alright. Suit yourself, I would do it. For the rest of the day Jack couldnt stop thinking about Amanda. He tried to push her out of his mind, saying it was wrong. Meanwhile… Amanda was thinking up her next move. She needed to make a big move so that Jack doesnt brush it off as a random thing. She had 3 ideas: 1- she would just come on to him hard and see if she catches on. 2- she would try seducing him again, but this time she wouldnt chicken out. 3-. When I looked between my legs, I gulped, seeing that I had indeed started to get wet. Nervously touching myself there, I shivered at the unbelievable sensitivity. "Oh God." I muttered, gasping for breath. Then, I hesitated for a moment before nervously touching my nipples. God, they were incredibly sensitive. More so than any part of my body used to be. Without even consciously thinking about it I found myself rubbing my nipples and my breasts, quietly moaning as I did so. I won't go into. Except for one man! As the train stops and the doors open, he single mindedly lowers his head and powers through the masses like they were just not there – alighting passengers, pregnant women, war veterans with missing limbs – all are ignored and indeed trampled underfoot as he thrusts through the doors like a five year celibate bridegroom and secures the only vacant seat in the carriage. Mission accomplished, he produces a book from his briefcase and buries himself in it, completely.