.I am not able to listen to you. Bye.Me: ok… byeI was shit scared and could not make eye contact with her the whole way.She never turned up the next...day.I never had the balls of asking her the reason of her absence. After a week of waiting she turned up and came up from behind me at the platform and said “HI”. She told that her husband was sick and so she was on leave.The train arrived and we got in. This time she called me and askedHow is your Gf doing?Me: Shes fine (she lifted her arm for. Sighing herself she made a mental note to do that again on this trip at least once or twice. What fun!Looking around the tidy cabin, feeling pleasure in a job well done, Megan headed to the shower... just as the meal in the slow cooker was nearing completion as well. Megan stepped into the bathroom, delighting in the smell of home cooked meal prepared, knowing two delightful simple salads were chilling in the cooler. The sandwich she had thrown together earlier was a fond memory and her tummy. I remember at one point I was sitting on some dudes cock and the guy fucking my pussy was just slapping the shit out of me, tits, face, tits, face then when he came he punched me hard enough to double me over so he could shoot some cum on my face too. Eventually they all drained their cocks, for the last hour or so of the evening I just laid on that table, covered in beer, vodka, whiskey, cum, spit and god only knows what else. Every few minutes someone might come by and shove a cock in one of. I blushed as I opened the bathroom door but I was also smiling. If my sister only knew how close to the truth she was!"Having a leak before we hit the road. It's three hours to Aunt Megan's place!" I replied as I rushed down the stairs.My mother and sister were outside waiting impatiently so I slammed the door to mom's house behind me, skittered down the porch steps and sauntered over to where my sister's compact car was parked in the driveway.A rather nice ass clad in what I presumed to be.