I read it with interest, 'Do you think he is fucking her?' My nipples harden and my heart quickens as I get into the game play, 'No, but he's close', ... type naughtily, dropping the pretense of my femininity, this modern version of the dirty phone call, on a moving commuter train, does have its benefits, I look around again and smile, hitting the send button as I do so, an air of defiance about me, and I uncross my long legs, knowing he can see what I was doing.I wait excitedly, formulating more. It occurred to me that maybe the Chief was going to fuck me again. A bolt of excitement shot through me. The Chief was a hot fuck, but I could handle him, and then I could let Jamir fuck me afterward.“Kneel and face the Chief,” Jamir said as he returned to my side. “Rest your hands on his thighs.”I hesitated, but Jamir’s hand was on my neck, pushing me down. I had a feeling that I was going to have to suck the Chief’s cock in front of the entire male tribe. The thought sent a wave of arousal. She had a body to kill for and was such a tiger in the sack that she wore him out. He wished he could find the moment where it began to go south. She was a horny nymph at times then. Now, he barely missed her, the only image he conjured was her in front of the TV. The fun loving person whom he would frolic with both outside and in was just what he called "a wump". Yes, she put on a good show on their last Sunday, but the days that followed left no hangover of rekindled feelings. Very possibly. “Oooh, you have no bother getting a big erection, do you?” said Cathy. “Can he stay hard, though, that’s the question!”I groaned as she took my penis in her hand, and started to stroke it. Her hand felt amazing. Momentarily, she let go, and I opened my eyes to see her spit on her hand then work her spit onto my throbbing cock. Incredible!Now all this time, Cathy was still fully clothed – she was wearing plaid shorts and a shirt (clearly pajamas). As she stroked me, I reached gingerly over to.