Well big.I'm a pretty good looking guy myself. I'm 5'11, with short brown hair,but what always gets the lady's riled up is my light blue eyes.I snuck ...up to her side and lightly bumped her shoulder. My name's Mark.she looked a little annoyed by me. Lizzie she said.It was a bit of an awkward moment, So I tried some small talk. Just thena Taylor Swift song started up, I'm not a fan of hers, her songs play wayto much. Doesn't Taylor Swift suck? I leaned in and told her. I hate this stupid IKnew You. He followed my garter strap down to the tops of my stockings. He squeezed my leg. The train pulled out of the station. I felt the back of my skirt rising as he lifted it up. I wondered how far he thought he could go feeling me up on a crowded subway. I felt the cream dripping from my snatch as he reached under my skirt. His fingers were pressing into my skin, resting firmly on my panties. While he was rubbing, squeezing & probing my ass through my panties, he grabbed my hand & pressed it to his. And it had been, three weeks in fact since we'd last made love together.Cindy giggled in the same way she first did when we'd started dating, and for a brief moment I remembered those initial lusty times we'd spent together and thought that maybe I was about to get lucky after all."Maybe later." She said winking at me, which was promising yes, but I'd been given that same wink before only to wind up jerking off in the bathroom long after she'd gone to bed.Spinning out of my arms and away from. I told her to take a seat, and that I will serve her dinner, and wait on her hand and foot, because she is still queen for a day. I put her dinner before her, and stood by her side waiting for her to finish. At the end of dinner I brought in some dessert on a platter, and my mother not looking grabbed my cock and pulled on it thinking it was her dessert. My mother’s face turned bright red, and I told her not to worry about it. At the end of dinner I cleaned up and joined my mother in the den to.