When I feel ready, I tell him to get his cock good and slick, then to put it in slowly. He leans back and adds some more lube, starting to gradually thrust harder and faster. She literally drags me to the ladies room, turning and hugging me as soon as we’re through the door. The train doors open and he grins at me, mischievously before sticking his face into my cleavage and ‘motorboating’ me (for those of you that don’t know it’s when someone puts their face between a woman’s breasts, and rocks their head rapidly from side to side while making a noise like a motorboat) making me giggle like a schoolgirl and giving me a brief reprieve from my sorrow. I understand the male side of things. The issue was me, no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get comfortable at night, tossing and turning the whole time and keeping us both awake. Andy was extremely understanding, getting me painkillers and hot water bottles to help my cramps and cuddling me or giving me
