Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Friday P.M.
I stopped and looked at stores along the way, and at some point I realised that I was procrastinating and going to miss my normal train. I would have to catch the last train again. On some level, I knew I was being deliberately tardy because I didn’t want to catch my usual train. I didn’t want to bump into my “fellow traveller” and his wife, but I did want to see Bec again. Just the thought of how exciting it had been to watch her cum as she ground her pussy against my foot sent a shiver of excitement through me. I wondered what it was that made her cum so hard. Was it, like me, the risk of being caught or the thrill of being watched? The excitement of doing the taboo so …