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“Darling, are you alright?!” The milf asked with concern before hugging Claire, burying the younger girl’s face in her massive mounds.

“I’m, I’m ok.” Claire managed to stutter while distracting herself as much as possible from the squishy tits her face was planted in, but failing miserably. She didn’t want to leave that embrace. In fact, her mind was so focused on the milfs breasts that she didn’t notice that her juices had covered almost the whole floor of the train wagon she was in, or that her testies were now the approaching the size of mangoes, straining against her soaked yoga pants.

“You’re visibly not ok. Where do you have to get out?”

Unwillingly removing herself from her pillow, Claire looked back into the mature beauty’s eyes, before looking away again.

“Uh… I’m claustrophobic.” She wasn’t, obviously. “I have to get out at Hedge Square.”

“Hmm, thats 5 more minutes, hon. You got this. Want me to hold you?” She asked with a caring smile.

Claire hesitated. Normally, she would never agree to any of this, but right now, she couldn’t care less. Having someone hug her was a huge help. Even if she had to look out not to let her growing testes touch the milf, let alone let her hands touch the milf in places she wasn’t supposed to. Without answering, she hugged the woman, and she hugged back.

“Thank you… uh-“

“Anna”

“Thank you Anna.”

“My pleasure. And nice to meet you,”

“Claire. Nice to meet you too.”

For the rest of the ride, Claire had her eyes closed. All she was thinking was: ‘almost there, almost there, almost there’, trying not to think about what was growing on her or the absolutely incredible amount of pussy juices that had originated from her. And then, after what felt like hours, the voice over the speaker said: “Hedge Square”.

Reluctantly removing herself from the comforting embrace of Anna, she thanked her wholeheartedly, and turned to the exit, anxiously waiting for the doors to open. Before they did, she threw a glance at her sack.