I placed the book back in its place on the shelf and then a book further along the same shelf caught my eye: ‘The Night Ferry’ by Arthur Foley. Go...h, it is years since I read an Arthur Foley story. I remembered ‘The Night Ferry,’ very well. The macabre novel had made a deep impression on me in my teenage years. Then there had been ... Oh what was the title? The one about the train that took its passengers to unexpected destinations. The name will come to me later. What happened to Arthur Foley?. ....Anyway,3 in the morning and I'm pissed and I tell Tom,time for bed,and I go in to the bedroom,strip naked,and crawl into bed,leaving Tom to finish off his beer.Some time later,I have no idea how much later,I feel Tom snuggling behind me,obviously naked,and obviously hard.He must have been gently rubbing his cock on my ass for a while,because I was very wet with his pre-cum.I jumped and he said "sorry,I wasn't really trying to fuck you,I was having a cuddle,and..well..it felt sooo good."It. He was smiling, at least, Hailey thought. Another portion of her brain said he was smiling – at the girl he was with. The guy was on Phil’s opposite side and he spoke, causing Phil’s gaze to turn in his direction. He saw Hailey almost immediately as his eyes swept over her. Hailey saw Phil’s posture become less relaxed as he spoke to the guy and her heart fell.The other two separated in opposite directions as Phil started down the center steps toward where Tiffany and Hailey sat. He hadn’t. “It’s still in.”“What is?”My bashful girlfriend was turning red in the face.“Show me.”Alex hiked up her dress. Her bare ass was in my face, and so was the butt plug I put inside her asshole before she left.“How does it feel?”“So fucking good. I love when you make me put it in.”“I bet you do, my little firecracker.”“Keep touching me please.”My hands found their way to Alex’s body now. I pulled on her hair, and she moaned. I smacked her ass, and she bit the sheets. She was shaking in.