I'll tell you about a train experience from when I was a student: I was 20, studying in the North and going back to my parents' house (and especially to see my girlfriend at the time) one weekend a month. I took a Paris-Limoges train late on Friday evening, in a compartment car (it dates back to... the 80s) - the people present had agreed to turn off the compartment light to doze off - there was a young couple who were making out without any embarrassment (and the guy had his hands full while he was kissing the girl full on the mouth: thighs, breasts, no restraint, the guy). Some people in the compartment seemed to be on the verge of showing their disapproval (in the "there are hotels for that" mode), but personally, it really excited me, and I was starting to get a hard-on just by looking at them out of the corner of my eye. The worst part is that these two clearly didn't know each other before, they had started to get to know each other in the compartment by exchanging pleasantries, I had been able to see that, then had gone to have a drink at the bar, before coming back in the state they were in now: the guy was clearly a big flirt, and the girl was probably really lacking (ordinary physique, small, a little round, with very big breasts, which the guy took obvious pleasure in kneading) At one point, they went out again. My compartment neighbor, a guy in his thirties, also came out just behind them, and since I needed some air I also went out into the corridor to calm down a little.... the 30-year-old guy was there, standing in the corridor, I sat down next to him, and he immediately started a conversation like "they're both hot, huh? I'm sure they fucked in the toilets". And we start to go crazy about it, imagining that she sucks him off and then he takes her standing up from behind in the train toilets. I'm hot as hell, and so is he bec ...

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