Tom 1889, your story about playing on a train reminded me of when Mrs A and I were coming back to London from Paris on Eurostar. It was summer and the aircon had packed in on the coach we were booked on, and it was really hot in there, but not as hot as it got later. More and more people left the coach to find a cool seat, so in the end there weren't too many in our coach. Mrs had on some very loose culottes and it was impossible to resist stroking her thighs. When I got my hand all the way up between her thighs, I discovered she was wearing no knickers, and it was all there, readily accessible. As often seems to happen at times like this, she told me that once I'd started I'd have to finish, so I continued fingering her until she came. Now and again people would walk by, not sure what they saw or what they thought, but it was fun.
When you were "fingered her in a public gardens in a city centre, laying on the grass alongside others", what were they doing? Could they see what you were doing? Was she wearing a skirt, which you lifted up, or were you being more discrete and playing under the skirt.
These are the sort of stories I hoped we'd get, great stuff.
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