He raised my wrists and pressed them against the wall of our small train compartment with his strong left hand as our tongues met in a deep, passionate kiss. I closed my eyes with our tongues colliding, exchanging saliva, while Paul lingered with his right-hand over my generous 34-D breasts, gently massaging my nipples erect through my T-shirt and bra. My heart started to beat fast at the weird sensation, and I let out a...