This was Jiya's speciality. No one else could do it with such perfection. Jiya's mountain of an arse was still only a few feet above her face with her...hands pulling the cheeks apart and exposing the dark brown source of delicious filth. The enticing opening was still showing pulsating spasms with a very small piece of that lovely candy dangling as if fighting gravity to stay within the temple of filth, Jiya's shithole. Jiya squeezed her dirt hole for one final time and pinched off the candy. .till she could hold back no more...and she cried out as she pumped her cum inside me for the first time! (But certainly not the last!) I cried out too...and i shot my cum over my tummy...amazing..as i never even touched myself! But the prostate stimulation did it for me..and i filled up with tears...that my love..my Lucy..my son..and i could cum together!We kissed and i thought it was over..but she teased me more..making me do things..and making me feel like a love i only read about in. Some of my more enjoyable and memorable experiences on the trains have been with people with whom I shared no common language. We resort to smiles and frowns, with lots of gestures, to communicate as best we can. With all the finger waving and grunting, we might be on vacation from a school for the speech-impaired.I will tell you about one of them.I was on a train from Timisoara, Romania, to Bucharest. The train was in reasonably good repair and fairly comfortable, but took nearly twelve hours. The wide end only hung down about eight inches, or in Tanya's case, simply rested on the upper slopes of her breasts, never even reaching the point at which it would hang down the front!One of the girls in my class, Samantha, was the same. Her tie rested on her mammoth, firm tits, which stuck out almost horizontally in front of her! I made friends with her, and realised she was just as interested in girls as in boys, although she wasn't a virgin. No more than half of the thirteen-and.