I think they both suddenly realised where they were. That hand then disappeared under her T-shirt and down the back of her shorts. XXX His arse pushed hard against Sally and I saw him clench his buttocks as he came. I can only guess she was gently wanking his stiff cock. It was on this leg of the journey she and her boyfriend had had their fun. Sally got a pen and wrote her mobile number on the back of my hand saying I should ring her to meet up some time. The girl was about 5 foot 6 with ginger hair, denim shorts and a dark tee shirt with a band’s logo. The coach had left from the school and gone to Portsmouth for the short ferry crossing to France before driving through the early hours of the morning to Paris. I was on a packed train returning home and hadn’t been able to find a seat.
