After dinner we cleaned up the kitchen as a team and moved to the living room. We talked about their day and the events of each day. Mark was included... not like a guest but as a family member. As it got later it was obvious he felt the urge to go home, give us some privacy, let us go to bed. Amanda moved from the chair she had been sitting in and sat with Mark. ‘You’re starting to think about leaving. I’d like it if you’d stay. What needs to happen for you to be able and willing to stay?’ ‘I. ..she didn't protest and with the next bump he started caressing her ass. now she immediatley thrust his hand away....bt again he placed it back on her ass.the guys around her wer smiling intently fully aware of wat was happening.then as the train screached to a halt at the next stn. she jeark fwd wit the momentum and the man in front of her took full advantage 2 fel her ample breasts. she was about to protest whn she suddenly stopped....on further view u could c tht 2 hand wer massaging her. His hips began to rock back and forth as he pumped himself in and out of me. His pubic bone rubbed and bumped against my swollen clit. The head of his penis pushed against my pleasure spot inside making me writhe with pleasure. He reached his right hand to my left tit cupping and squeezing it while he steadied himself on his left hand. His mouth covered mine and he forced his tongue into it fucking my mouth with it. I moved my lips and tongue against his welcoming the mutants saliva into my. ’ It was nearly a whisper, but there was nothing appropriate to say. There was nothing I could say to make her feel better, and she just couldn’t help herself, at least not emotionally. I knew that she was devastated. She had barely managed a curt hello the night before when I saw her at the viewing. She looked small and lost next to my father’s casket. He had managed to look strong and imposing, and impossibly stern even in death. I hadn’t stayed for long. Later, leaving the viewing, I had.