Luckily the front passenger side seat has an electronic adjuster so she reaches to the side and moves the seat forward and giggles as she gets down on... her knees between my legs. She starts bobbing her head up and down on my cock as I notice one of her hands moving down to the space between her legs. I realize she is rubbing her clit as she is sucking me off. She starts sucking me faster and faster and I start feeling my orgasm starting to build. She's also starting to softly moan as she's. No way in hell did I miss the crowded rail cars, odd stares from total strangers, the pungent cocktail of colognes, perfumes and body odors that swirled about in the dank cramped spaces. Damn, I didn't miss any of that at all. The only fond memories of the commuting experience I had, were when Veronica and I spent several weeks roll playing a story I was writing. It's 'The Commuter' series I have posted on Lush. That was so fucking hot and fun. We came so close to getting busted more than once.. I scooted up against the wall again and tried to push him away. But he grabbed my throat again and squeezed it. “Fuck you Kylie,” he whispered, “Please don’t make me hurt you, because I’m gonna have you, whether you have to be beaten first or not.” I struggled for breath. And he finally let go of me, I choked for air, and I immediately felt lightheaded and subdued a bit. I lay back down, feeling dizzy.My long hair was messed up and splayed all around my head. I could feel his cool fingers. Next morning, at breakfast, she said it was hot last night, and asked, slept well? I looked her in the eyes smiled and said to her like a happy baby, she smiled back and passed me the coffee. The next few nights, again she was there looking, and if we were making love, she would watch, one night my wife was asleep, I sence she was there, I decided to give her a show so I started mustrubating for her, this wake up me wife, I told her I can sleep, she lower her head took my cock in her mouth and.