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The weather is always warmer in London than in Derby, but it was a bit fresh out. My nipples were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the Underground it was quite breezy as well. A couple of times I could feel my dress blowing up. We got the train to Embankment station then got on the Circle line. The first bit was only a couple of stations and I sat opposite a young man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my legs so that he could see my pussy. Poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the paper was covering his lap. Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I never cross my legs like most women do, Jon won’t let me. As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to stand near door and hold onto one of those leather voyeur straps that hang down. I’m not very tall and I have to stretch to reach. My dress hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my side that has my arm up would be able to see all of that breast, and a bit of the other one as well. Nothing much happened indian to start off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 stations the train got busier. I’d watched one young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood close to me watching my little left breast wobble a bit as the train rattled along. Things got a bit more interesting at the next station, people poured in, and I began to feel like a sardine. A couple of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn’t move and there was a man pressed up against my back, and another in front of me. He was facing me and bent back a bit so that his face wasn’t in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my dress at my nipples (the breeze and the excitement was keeping them hard). After a minute or so I felt a hand on my right thigh, just gently at first, but when the owner was confident that I wasn’t going to scream or something, the hand started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a little feel round. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers. The hand then moved round to my bum and the body that had been pressing into my back, wasn’t any more. My right ass cheek got squeezed before the hand drifted down between my legs to my pussy. Just as it got there, the train stopped at a station and the hand disappeared. People got off, and people got on; but the train wasn’t any the less crowded. The man in front of me was still looking down my dress, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my left looking through the armhole of my dress. With all that attention from men that I’d never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very excited – amateur to say the least. As the train started to move off, small tits I felt the hand again. This time it went straight between my legs to my pussy. There was a moment’s pause when the lick owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two little gold rings in my pussy lips. Whatever, the pause was only for a moment before the fingers found my clit then went inside me. I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in front of me. We made eye contact so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The fingers started to pump in and out of me and my hips started to move in response to the stimulation. I closed my eyes to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my eyes again to see the face of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled expression on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my pussy juices. “Anyone but you.” My legs gripped his back with as much force as I could to pull more of him into me, my arms flailed from my body, my back kept arching up toward his body and I was yelling, “YES, OH, GOD, YES...FUCK ME HARD. My plan was dashed, but I did indian not give up. “Put your hands on your head.” I was the first to awaken, it was a beautiful warm day. You sexy things make me cum!” “Hey Luke, it’s Violet! It was such a heady scent, stronger than Allie's or Pita's twats. We had to stand in one big line, all in our bright blue robes, we had to be quiet and then the priests came in. He looked over and kissed me. I run my hand up his thigh rubbing the crotch of his pants, he small tits breaks our kiss and moans, as I undo his lick belt and jeans pulling out his 10 inch hard cock. She had decades of experience, and I’d only ever had my hand. “There is just one small detail," Erin explained. 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