. each was like yesterday but each faded in the glory of the here and now.In a distant region of her mind she registered the slight pull as the razor ...lid across her skin. What was left of her luxuriant bush offered no resistance to the sharp edge of the blade. The strokes of the blade were long and sure, each starting high and moving to her slit in a single swipe. The cool air now touched her skin directly, the first time in more years than Lori cared to admit.She felt the blade change and. I tried again. Her eyes widened, fear shining in her depths as she choked and coughed.“It's okay,” I told her. “It's all part of the procedure. Relax and swallow my cock. Good bimbos do that. Just relax.”Kimberly did, her eyes growing softer as I pressed on her throat. She swallowed and my dick slipped inside. She moaned about my shaft, her throat so tight and hot. The humming caresses shot up my cock to my balls resting on her lips.“That's it,” I grunted. “You're doing so well, slut. You're a. With a little prompting, Olivia sat on the sofa and I slipped her knickers down to reveal her sex, overflowing with her excitement.Returning her earlier favour, I bowed before her and worshipped at the altar of her womanhood, feasting upon the succulent secretions that poured forth. I lapped up all she could offer then knelt between her legs and positioned myself to take possession of her imaginary virtue."I'm scared," she whimpered."Just relax," I comforted. "I'll take it slowly."My cock. After a quick glance up and down the aisle to make sure that no one was watching them, they both stepped inside and closed the door behind them. While not by any means spacious, there was more room here than in the restroom on the plane. On one of the walls inside was a nostalgic sign above the toilette that said, ‘Please Do Not Flush When Train Is In Station.’ They embraced as they locked their lips together. With their lips still connecting them, they quickly began pulling each other’s.