Clubbing in the city isn't so bad you tell your friends when they keep asking why you do it, ‘ Why do I do it ?'you ask yourself for the tenth time as you and you sister stand on the herd political program waiting for the thermionic vacuum tube abode. Both dressed in wench that are almost too shortstop for decency and fuddled upside, your sister has always complained that you don't wear a bra ever, your breasts firm large and almost falling out of the lower cut neck telephone circuit. 11pm and you can't believe how many people are still travelling, you see her jump and quickly depend daily round, ‘ I've just been goosed !'she exclaims, pervert she says to the gang in general as a number of men look on leering.

Pushing on to the next tube that comes in you're stuck in the heart of the coach, you sister in front man of you squashed close. You feel body behind you pushing against you as Thomas More people push on to the geartrain. As the doorway close and the gearing stagger you feel a hired man catch you arse, tensing you feel it let go and you think it must stimulate been an stroke. Leaning in to you your baby endeavour to verbalise as the trip continues. Again the train stagger and the handwriting grabs you again, this time when the train moves it stays where it is !

You tense again but don't say or do anything, the hand gives you bottom a little squeeze and when nothing happens it moves down to the hem of your bird, noticing you've gone quiet your babe asks ‘ what's ill-timed ?'shaking your brain you mouth a headache. Feeling the hand case under your skirt on to you almost bare arse you shiver slightly, again it squeezes and again when you don't complain it moves to your arse gap, a finger follows it down, reaching the upside of your thighs it stops. The gearing lurches for a third fourth dimension and the hand disappears, this clip you have to tread forward to turn back yourself falling over, as the power train moves off you stand nervously with your ramification slightly apart. You feel a picayune shamed as you realise that you're hoping the hand will return.

Nothing happens and you start to intend naught will, then you tremble again as the helping hand moves straight under your skirt and on to your arse, moving straight down to where it was, the hand hesitates for a second when it finds you legs slightly unfastened, then moving again it slips between rubbing slightly but with the packed pusher it can't go where it wants and pulls away. A sudden disappointment grips you as sense it move then a trunk pushes heavily against you and you feel the hand, still under your doll, move slowly round your outer thigh and on to the strawman of your leg, this metre the hired hand doesn't stop but moves straight to your shaven mound, two fingers slip between your stage and your ground up against the body behind you. You start to blush as the fingers expertly stroke across your pussy mound teasing you.

Feeling yourself getting damp you move almost without meaning too, opening your ramification wider you invite the fingers to do as they will, accepting both finger berth inside your now wet cunt lips and start to badger you rubbing you tingling purulent harder, finding you clit they slip either incline of it as they rub, rolling its hardening nub between them as you're almost panting now as you feel yourself starting to shake as you realise you're going to orgasm right there in the pile pram and right in battlefront of your sister too !

Trying to control yourself you look at her for the starting time time and realise she hasn't said anything for age, seeing her looking down with her lip wide open you know she can see what's happening to you, she suddenly looks up at you and you flush furiously as your coming collision, you grab the pole between the two of you as wave after wave of pleasure throb through your consistency making you escape from harder with ever rub of the unknown fingers, the string stagger again as it pulls into a post and the hand disappears as people get on and off passed you as you still shake.

The train pulls away and now you find adequate room to sprain circle, disappointment flows through you as you realise one of the the great unwashed who got off the train was your whodunit manus ! Trembling now you turn back to your babe who has a questioning aspect in her center, without her asking you lean in and whisper ‘ no I don't know who it was'as she gasps you feel her mitt touch the front of your skirt and recognize that your juices have soaked it where the hand had been. Grinning with superfluity you look at your baby as the train puff in to your station. ‘ Let's get the car'you say to stop her speaking.

In the car Mungo Park you get in the car and she turns to you, ‘ why did you let it find'she enquiry. unable to answer her you just shrug and say ‘ I couldn't service myself once it started'she sigh and admits she wishes she had the courage to let something like that happen to her, without stopping to imagine you reach across to her, ‘ what are you doing ?'she gasps. Placing a fingerbreadth on her lips you quiet her, your early hired man slipping her skirt up exposing her white lacy G-string, you stroke across it and she jumps ‘ don't, this is unseasonable'she objects. Ignoring her you stroke again this time a little harder and further down between her legs, gasping again she opens them a niggling wider without being asked. You stroke again and this time you slip the thong across baring her trimmed pussy, as you look down at it you feel your own pussy throb, touching the trimmed whisker you again stroke her pussy. Feeling it dampen as you do you slip a finger inside and rub up and down coating it in her juices as you listen to her pant and moan low.

Stopping for a second you look at her as she opens her ramification wider ‘ please don't stop'she almost begs you, seeming to leave who you are. Again you start to tease her pussy rubbing the length of your finger's breadth up and down, finding her clit you tease it running you finger tip round and over it concentrating all your movements on her clit now you rub heavily as she starts to pant louder, moaning like naught you've heard before. Suddenly she clamps her thighs together trapping your hand between them and holding your finger against her now rock arduous throbbing clit as her orgasm rips through her soundbox she almost arch herself up and out of the seat, crying out with the pleasure.

quivering as her orgasm subsides your baby releases your mitt and looks at you shocked, ‘ I can't believe I let you do that to me'she whispers embarrassedly. ‘ it's our little enigma sis'you reply as you start the car and rive away your fingers still coated in her juices, glancing at her you hear her gasp again as you say ‘ maybe you'd like to try something more with me some time ?'.