You glance round and mumble an apology... I'm taken by your slight smile, your glossy hair, and very aware of your scent, fresh, sharp... I glance bac... down at my phone.The train lurches again, and you press back into me, moving slightly against me... This time, no apology, in fact, I imagine that I feel you shiver slightly...Still trying to focus on my phone, I'm now aware of the pressure of your ass and lower back pressed against my crotch... I can feel my cock hardening involuntarily... I. . and the destination scares you a little, its not exactly welcoming, you can hardly see what’s in this corner, but its safe with me, and its also discrete, so you dont break step, and move with me into the gloom..There we kiss hungrily, my hands slip around to hold your head, holding your hair back, exposing your neck, I kiss gently around the area, enjoying the smell of your perfume and feeling the heat of your skin against my lips. We kiss again, tongues dancing and flicking, I push my. .. for Fang Ridge... How... roughterrain... how much food to... bring... nnnngh oh gods..." Did she say when she was leaving?" Y-yes. Tomorrow... sunrise... I sold her... rations... b-but...stupid..." Why stupid?" Fang Ridge... bugbear... tribe... caravans don't go... through there.Too... dangerous. Slaver caravan... lost there... some time ago..."As he uttered the last words, the girl slurped his cock so deep into hershallow mouth that the head brushed against her throat. This stimulationas. Jen and I both were dating others in our senior year at UNLV, neither of us were in serious relationships, we had talked about it. I’d been dating a girl named Sandy on and off for about six months. It wasn’t going anywhere, we just had fun together and relieved a little sexual tension once in awhile. Right after Christmas break, Sandy dropped a bomb on me, she was pregnant. Neither of us were quite sure what had happened, Sandy was on the pill, we both thought we were safe. Sandy’s first.