His tantalizing fingers and lips were bringing her closer, slowly but closer. He unsnapped her jeans, then unzipped them. His hand followed, stopping ...t her clit. He circled it, pressed it, then pulled it. His tongue was kissing and giving small nips to her neck when she turned her head to him and they kissed.“This feels marvelous, but the kids could come up any time.”“So?”“I’m getting there.”“I can tell.”Vince’s hand moved lower and a finger slid into her wet vagina. It moved around, out and. Before I could see his reaction I turned around to see the train coming around the bend. I stole another look at the guy before I boarded the train but unfortunately he was nowhere to be seen. Getting on board I found a seat somewhere down the back. As the train lurched forward and began to pick up speed, I felt my clit begin to tingle with the vibrations from the train running over the track. I suddenly became aware of someone watching me and turned to see the same guy from. I had no control in the motion as it was being held deep and my head was being pulled back and forth, my mouth was doing the work of his hand, he was wanking his cock using my head and mouth as a more sensitive wanking device.After a few moments he withdrew his cock and I could taste the saltiness of his ejaculate. He had been so far down my throat he had just pumped it straight into my stomoch.The warm streams were becoming more numerous, firstly one directly onto my right breast followed by. Some of the girls that went to the bar did not like Sierra. She was the hottest Shooter Bitch around and their boyfriends constantly talked about her. The girls thought on this particular Thursday night they would teach her a lesson. They paid the bouncers off to go home sick. That way there would be no one around to protect the girls that worked there. The nastiest girl made up a sign that said any of the guys there could fuck Sierra for $100 a pop. They were allowed to do anything to her..