Sarah's got a better idea

"Oh fuck," Sarah says. "I can't miss this train. Uhm... if this is not too much to ask... please, could you please help me to a seat so we can finish this?"

"Uhm," you reply eloquently. You're trying to say 'yes' but your mind is just stars and blowjobs at the moment. Sarah mistakes that for hesitation and starts getting really ****.

"Please? You can do anything you want to me! If you just want to fuck my mouth like you did with that teenager, that's okay. Or fuck my boobs, they're really large and sensitive now. You don't even have to touch me down there if you don't want to. Just anything, please?"

Well, gee, now you feel sorry for not answering straight away. But of course you're going to help the poor woman out, in the interest of her poor, neglected libido and your wet but unclimaxed cock.

"Hey, hey, calm down! Of course I'll help you out. Who knows how long it'll take until your husband wants to fuck you again, right?"

"I KNOW!" she screams in agreement.

You help Sarah get up from the bench before realising that you might want to take your clothes back on again, even if only temporarily. Then you enter a car in the middle section, find some empty seats, and sit her down.

"So how do you want to do this?" she says, looking at you with big, expecting eyes. They're brown and lustful and ****, and the train is going to take quite a while, so unless she's getting off sooner, you know you have all of her body at your desposal for - by any practical standard - as long as you want.

Then you notice two wet spots on her light blue shirt. "Are you lactating?" you ask.

"No... I think it's a bit too early for that?"

"What's that, then?" you point at her tits.

"No way!!" she exclaims, happy to see her body display a signal of motherhood. "I had no idea! Hey, you wanna see?"

"Uhm, yes?" you laugh sarcastically. Sarah laughs too, while quickly getting her dress hiked all the way up. It's some weird mom-sized long top with an inbuilt mini-bra for support and nothing underneath it.

Her breasts look great for being almost full term. They're large, swollen, and resting on her stomach. There's a small drop of yellowish liquid protruding from each nipple that she quickly take on her index fingers to examine. You have other interests, though.

Taking one boob in each hand, you start squeezing them. Sarah moans loudly. An elderly woman a few rows over looks up in disgust, sees that it's just you, and settles down again. You knead the tits in fascination of how sensitive they are, and you haven't even done anything to her nipples yet.

Sarah closes her eyes and lies back to relax while you offer her relief. Her chest is heavy in the best possible way, and you could swear it's getting warmer. On a whim, you suck one of the nipples into your mouth and she practically screams right out. You toy around with it in your mouth while pinching the other one with your right hand. It's like it's just too much for her brain to handle, and she's having trouble breathing properly, so you let go for now and return to just squeezing while pondering how you want to get yourself off.