Had we not been wedged so securely between the seat compartments I doubt either of us could have remained upright. Milf sex The last I see of her as the train gathers speed is her making her way along the crowded platform towards the exit. The weight of the flesh seems to be hanging down and preventing my hand was sliding further up until I am prepared to rise up over the fantastically shaped breast. I people watch and watch people looking at me, with suspicion. I look back our eyes meeting and I feel I might have caused offence, until she mouths a “Thank you!” And she smiles, that beautiful smile. Never having felt up a girl or woman in this fashion I must be short in finesse although I do not hear any complaints from the lady. Or feel free to email me comments or thoughts or ideas about stories on [email protected]. Completely without any expectation of rebuke I slide my right hand inside her coat, no more than two or three buttons down.
