Carolyn Bright
I held my daughter tight to me. This was horrible. There were people f*****g all around us. I couldn't believe that this was happening on the train. This was so foul. I looked away from that cocky, young man as he pulled out of that married w***e. His c**k thrust out before him.
He was so big and wet.
My cheeks burned I wanted to get out of her. I wanted--
I gasped as a hand lifted my skirt. I threw a look behind me. The boy was there. He was nineteen at most, this hungry smile on his lips. I was twice his age. Old enough to be his mother. He shouldn't be doing this.
"Hey!" my husband shouted. "You stop that! That's my wife! You little creep! Stop it!"
"Is there a problem?" a man in a blue uniform said as he wove through the f*****g. He passed a schoolgirl shuddering a
