Her name was Stacey she was 19 , blonde , thin , big tits with a neatly trimmed pussy , she had an older brother and his name was Carl . He was 22 and...had recently split from his c***dood sweet heart. Stacey and I had been dating for 4 months and it had taken me only 2 days to get into her knickers !Her parents worked shifts so weren't around much at night so we usually fucked our brains out then even though her brother would be in playing on his console .I got on well with Carl, we had much in. "Why are all the good ones straight?" I muttered to myself as I paid for the chicken and bacon I'd just grabbed from the shelf, before squelching my way across the concourse towards Platform 12. Despite my drenched state, I was still feeling frisky with rude thoughts of Abi and I hoped I could find some way to sort myself out on the train. There was no way I'd be able to make it to London without finding some sort of self-relief.Toastie in hand I slipped my ticket through the electronic barrier. It must have been about an hour or so when she complained about a headache.I placed a pillow on my lap and asked her to lie down on it while I massaged her head. She obliged and I started my work. I understood that this was the best chance I would have this night. The old parents were fast asleep below and we were not in the view of anyone.For a moment or two, I became desperate. While massaging her head I landed a peck on her lips. Instantly she sat up and looked straight at me. This time. It was only a matter of time before he took a swing. ‘You, your, you?’ George stammered hoping this was some kind of sick joke. ‘Yes me, my soft lips on your hot cock, my tight ass riding you and my throbbing end pressed against yours as we shot hot cum over each other… It was beautiful really. You should watch the movie George. Clarissa captured it all very tastefully, said it was the hottest man on man action she’d ever seen.’ Kris waited for George to throw the inevitable punch but he just.