Ann and the HandymanChapter 60
I pressed myself back harder on to the bulge in John's trousers. His breathing was becoming erratic, and he'd all but stopped talking. No longer bothering with the pretence of explaining anything, just standing there, swaying with the movement of the train with his crotch pressed against the fabric of my skirt, and my soft fat arse. I turned around, his face was flushed. I said, "It's very warm in here John." It wasn't warm, it was rather cool, but I needed an excuse to start getting my...