M. It was only four fifteen now. Willy doubted that his cock would last him until she got home. He would hold off as long as he could but he suspected...that his prick would be shooting two or three times before she came home. Then he would have to give 'Mommy's Boy's' mother a good sperming in her sweet mouth.The front of his white briefs were wet enough that he could make out his cock head through the wet material, almost made transparent by his copious precum.Willy started chasing other links. From her comments, it was obvious that my daughter had copious amounts of pre-cum, cum and vaginal excretions on her hand and fingers. Emmie had several orgasms, punctuated by "omigod... ohhhhhh... UNGHH!! UNGHH!!" about every three or four minutes. All I heard from Thomas was hard heavy panting and grunting from his exertions.Then I heard him say, "okay... okay... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum again... agaaaaaaiiinnn... YES!! YES!! OH MY GOD FUCKING YES!!!!"Emmie squealed, "God, Thomas, that's. I was wearing a skirt that just reached my knees.. and a sleeveless tight top showing off my cleavage to such an extent the onlookers let out a moan when they see.The train was almost vacant with a handful of passengers who were at the end of the wagon and very far from me.I was reading a book when suddenly you came and asked if the seat opposite to mine was vacant and I confirmed that if you want you can sit here. You are 5’9’’, dark and handsome; your looks made me skip a heartbeat. You catch. Though you feel yourself descending as fast as gravity will allow, you have no idea when the ground will meet you. It becomes maddening. Seconds pass, maybe a minute, and you almost begin to beg for the ride to end. You don't think it will kill you, at the very least it would be highly counter-productive to send you to this world in a lethal transport, but the knowledge of this fails to override the primal instinct telling you that falls at this velocity are usually terminal.It still isn't.