I also had a face full of shiny black hair. From what I could hear of her voice she was either Chinese or some other asian nationality. She was about ...y size. I could not see her face but I thought she must be very pretty - judging by her body. The train stopped at another station and nobody got out - more got in and I felt the girl totally pressed against my whole body. Phew! I looked around to see of anyone could see my position but in that tiny space I appeared quite invisible. All I could. It was a tip I’d been given by a very well-known film actress who told me she always wore a pair for her ‘sex’ scenes because they made her feel ‘safe’ and would be a turn-off to whoever you were acting with. I took her advice readily. When the director was ready he asked Mike to get into the bed first which he did, discarding his dressing gown once he was in. I wasn’t too inhibited in those days and took off my dressing gown, exposing my breasts and knickers, and also got into bed. The scene. I find it testimony to your good heart that you try to assume responsibility for the dreadful event. Since I was present on that fateful occasion, I have to contradict you however. It was my late brother’s insulting behaviour to young Mr. Carter that was the sole cause for the altercation that ended in his deplorable death. Given your youth and Mr. Carter’s unassailable conduct, I fear that the blame rests solidly with my late brother, may the Lord have Mercy on his soul. I ask you, therefore,. Spread wide, he had good access, and used it. He fucked me as hard as I had ever been fucked before; deep and thumping, with a good rhythm. This felt so good; I knew I wouldn’t take long. I concentrated on the feeling between my legs; that beautiful stretch. The guy was into me like a marathon. He was hard, wide, deep and his balls were slapping my arse hole. Perfection. It was a fantastic orgasm. Deep, long and rolling through me, while the guy kept up his steady pounding.