She touched my dick. “Alright, we can have sex, but no spanking or rough fucking.”Finally. “Should we use her bed?”“Yeah sure, go down and p...etend to be ill in the toilet.”I rose and tried to speak over the whistling winds. “Stomachache.” I went to the bathroom. I had to piss anyway. I sat down. It was impossible to piss standing with a boner. I spotted something in the corner. Lingerie underwear. My eyes lit up. The wide ass. It was Natasha’s size. I reached for it as if it were a pot of gold.. She missed it so much when it wasn't inserted. In her bag she had her wand and vibrator. He had told her he would message her at some stage in the journey with instructions for those. As the train pulled away she got out her prescribed reading. The Story of O. She felt she wouldn't need the wand with the passage she was in as she was worried she would come in her seat if it got any more exciting.It was only then that she heard the commotion in the carriage at the other end. It sounded like. They were both wearing rather revealing bikinis today, figuring that no one else would see them. Jean’s was a little tight and her breasts seemed ready to pop out at any moment. Settling back in their lounge chairs, they chatted for a while before dozing off for a little bit.Jean’s slumber was interrupted by the sounds of something banging together. Opening her eyes, she spotted a young man walking into the yard carrying what looked like pool cleaning equipment. Realizing that he would see her. I grunted into her and came. I could feel my cock pulsing, sending its load on the bed. Shanice started to shake and with a big moan, she came. We stayed like that for a minute, both breathing heavily. When I found the strength, I separated from her and lay down on the bed. Shanice rolled over and reached for my cock. All she found was a sticky, shriveled mess. "You came?" She sounded confused. "Yes, it was incredible", I told her. We made plans right then to go back to the club the following.