I loved the small sprays of black pit hair just forming under his arms. His nipples grew hard and the titty buds stood out. I folded his shirt and pla...ed it on the seat next to me near his socks and shoes. Then I motioned for him to stand up. When he didn't move, I reached out and grabbed a hand full of his hair, and pulled him to his feet. He stood there before me, his strong young soccer player legs, weak and watery. His body swaying with the movement of the train the clack-clack of the. She wanted him off her now, still trying to process what just happened, he started kissing her, his tongue probing her mouth, she let him, she returned the kiss, somehow in her mind the rationalised that he cared then he whispered in her ear," my cock is in you right now, I just came deep inside you, you are mine now, you belong to me, I own you now, so where is my cock" "in me she whispered back" he pushed deep again, he was going soft but wanted to stay, " who owns you you slut" " you do" . . yeah, the view was nice.He blushed when she caught him staring – and then chuffed out a surprised laugh when all she did was wiggle her hips at him, purposefully provocative now, with a wide grin. His own armour grew even more uncomfortable, and he sent a brief prayer of thanks to the Maker that the thick leather would at least disguise that fact.And then, when he bent over and preceded her out of the little cave, she whistled – a loud, obnoxious, appreciative whistle. He laughed, right out. He pulled her body against his and his cock pressed up between them, protesting at being pinned in such tight quarters. The tips of her breasts pushed against his body and continued to ignite the fires of his passion. He pushed her down onto all fours, pressing her shoulders down into the sand so that her ass and pussy was displayed in front of him.He could see the pink flesh exposed and waiting for him and he could tell that she was exceptionally wet, indicating how excited she was. He lined.