She had covered herself with the quilt given by railways. I started reading magazine. Then suddenly I felt that the foot of the lady was scratching my... back. I looked at her and thought that she was in deep sleep and must be happening involuntarily. I took the leg and kept at a distance. But it started to happen again. I looked at her but there was no reaction. I was getting puzzled. I took the white bed sheet and wrap around me as I was also feeling the cold of AC. The legs kept on scratching. I’m observant.”“Clearly.”I sat on the duvet and fished in the bedside drawer for the hairdryer.“You have lovely hair,” complimented Katrina.“Thank you. So do you.”“Is it true what they say about blondes?”“Having more fun? I’ve had my moments.”After drying and brushing my hair, I reached down over my shoulder, where I’d been getting a little twinge from a muscle. I’d come off my bike a few weeks back and it was left over from that, I assumed.“You okay?”“Yeah, it’s nothing.”“Let me.”Kat placed. Gave some force and was going inside like quick sand.While in the process she got her left hand back placed it over my dick.It was pleasant shock.She trying to get hold of my dick but couldn’t since my dick was enrolled inside my jatti.She was very eager and rough in handling it.I could sense her urge.Since she couldn’t get of the dick.She started rubbing dick over the pant with a open palm.Man! It was such a pleasure when you think a total stranger is doing it.I started moving middle finger. Another bike ride; this time she seems a little more subdued, but does seem to be hugging me even more. At the apartment, she is quieter, like she is thinking. I try to keep the conversation going, apologizing for the mess and telling her about some of the people and things nearby.I take Wingman in and drop him on the floor where he makes off for his food bowl, his work done.I then take Karen’s soft hand in mine and give her the guided tour. She examines each of the paintings, though I’m not.