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Touched and F*cked on the train(1)
Prologue: I was new to the city, and trying a new route home on the train during rush hour. I had already changed into "going out" clothes for the evening: a skirt, thong, and a lose tank top (so lose, my breasts can easily pop out if it's pulled low enough). I was standing in front of seated man (facing away from him), when I felt his hands slowly begin fondling my legs and ass, and finally, gently fingering my p***y. A second man, to my left side, seemed to realize what was happening and began fondling my breasts. I'm usually such an outspoken woman, so I was shocked at my own acceptance of this situation. Maybe it's because it had been so long, or maybe they were just touching me exactly the right way. Maybe it was the excitement of being on the train, and my surprise that no one arou
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