.. emotionally bland.I moved to kiss her. She pecked my lips."Luke, please be patient with me. I've been looking forward to this ever since I can reme...ber. I want to watch it, I want to see every inch of your beautiful cock go into me."She caressed my cheek."I promise I'll make it up to you. But, right now, push it into me slow and let me experience every little feeling."That in itself increased my hardness. I dropped my hips a little and she brushed my cock-head through her very wet slit. Then. She was obviously responding to the finger fucking that the black guy was giving her. The white guy by this time was kneeling down and sucking on Trish’ tits. The black guy whispered something to the other guy and they both turned to look at me. Obviously thinking I was still asleep, the black guy took out his dick and climbed onto the couch between my wife’s legs. He leaned over Trish, resting one arm on the back of the couch and holding his dick with his other hand. I watched mesmerised as I. "With that, Stan took up his shotgun and bandoleer of ammunition and climbed out of the coach. "Please hand me the canteen with the least amount of water and I will refill it now." Canteen slung over his shoulder, Stan made his careful way down to the stream. He rinsed out the canteen and refilled it. Stan climbed back up the hill, stopping at the coach to hand the newly filled canteen to Elizabeth.His climb the rest of the way to the road should have been made easier by the downed trees, but. I didn't want that asshole Justin to see me. He wouldn't expect me to be there. I knew that. But I didn't want to take any chances. I had my tickets.Off in the distance, I could hear a lonesome wail from the train's whistle. I grabbed my backpack in the hopes that this was the train I'd been waiting for. I heard the bell start to ring. I knew the train would be stopping here. I ran out and up to the platform. I was getting wet. I should have waited a little longer.The train pulled up to the.