The dear boy was kneeling behind; I could not tell in which hole his vigorous young prick was operating, but it was evident, by the fury of their lust... and the speed of their movements, that the crisis was near.The sight was deliciously exciting, and my cock rose at the scene into bursting stiffness. I allowed them to die away and soak in bliss before I approached them. Mamma's head lay on the pillow and was turned the other way, so she had no chance of observing me.As I approached William, his. She had been deeply hurt. Now it seemed as if he was her only salvation. He wanted her to get it all off her chest so he let her go on and on. As the train sped along, she would talk a while and then cry for a while. Comforting her best he could, he could only give her a reassuring hug every once in a while. Then abruptly, she stopped crying. Turning away from him, she blankly stared out the train window at the landscape speeding by outside. She seemed to be deep in thought.Sitting back, Rohan. It is written for the male. I alternately use the name RT and you as the addressed person. I originally used he and him, if I miss changing a few please forgive me. There is no overt sex in this story, just the mention of having made love. I am part of the way through the second chapter, I ran out of steam (can you say ideas) and decided to post this one before I complete the next. A third chapter? Maybe if I feel it warrants the work. I am open to ideas to place in a third chapter. Some. It soon became clear that Shannon had come inside the main house. I heard my name, and it wasn’t long before I heard a knock.“Matty?”“Hey Shan. Come in.”“Your moms said I should wake you up.”I laughed. “Nah, I wasn’t sleeping, just chilling.”“You do look a little beat,” she remarked, smiling.“Yeah. We probably all do. Sleep has been hard to come by.”“You don’t have to tell me that. Colin fell asleep on me last night,” she remarked.I eyed her. “When you say ‘on me’, do you mean—”Her wide-eyed.