I let him. Truthfully I wanted to feel it and didn’t need much pushing. I rubbed him through his jeans and he let out a moan and arched his back. I...was getting excited to see him under my control. I wanted to see that throbbing guy stick. I wasn’t thinking any more, I just unzipped his jeans and inserted two fingers in. I rocked his cock back and forth over his shorts and it was clearly straining to get out. I could feel its heat. I could feel its need. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them. "Hmmm," I moaned slightly, rubbing at my nipples and wondering if Ishould go any further. However with as good as it felt, there was noreal way that I was just going to stop. So with a moaned, "Why not," Istarted to put more conscious will into my masturbation.I fingered myself almost frantically, playing with my nipples at thesame time. It felt great, much better than masturbating did as a man.And it only got better when I finally orgasmed, cumming harder thanever before. However that wasn't. With the French countryside well behind her, she fantasized about André as the train moved on. They had said goodbye in Austria, and now she was headed to Italy. She had always been fascinated by the tales of ancient Rome. She couldn’t wait to view the Colosseum, experience the night life and find out if the there was any truth the stories about Italian lovers. It was the last day of her train ride to Italy; night had fallen and she lay in her cabin thinking of Andre. She could almost feel his. “I think Master really is going to play with both of us, he just licked my pussy and disappeared,” Faith said. “Master is kissing his way up my thigh now,” Hope responded as I reached her pussy. She was more opened up than her sister was because of her position and I could clearly see her maidenhead. If Faith’s was the same then neither girl had ever used even a single finger when they played with each other. I ran my tongue from her clit, up her slit, and across her anus before kissing my way.