All the while, our legs were restless under the table, anticipating the unrolling of the inevitable events.The tender nylon of her stocking-clad toes ...tubbing my ankle while she beamed at me left my breath stuck in my throat. I swallowed emptily, still chewing on my Chateaubriand that suddenly seemed overly tough under my weakening resolve. In vain, I tried to wash down the lump in my gullet with a generous sip of the suddenly vinegary Bordeaux, causing the chunk to just slowly descend my. Is she moaning?Me: Honey, are you okay?Amy: Yes. It felt really good, daddy. Sorry…Me: Honey, I have already told you this, it’s not a big deal. Massages are supposed to be pleasant, and they can trigger all kinds of bodily responses. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Remember?I could see she is a bit more relaxed now. I continued massaging her soft boobs. My, my, her nipples are so hard, and it seems she’s trying really hard to hold her moaningMe: Amy, I can sense that you are still too stiff.. 'm not sure why, but when it was just Allison and I, I don't remember dreaming at all. Maybe it had something to do with the parents coming home, or being back in my bed. Whatever the reason, it seemed like as soon as I hit my pillow I found myself in the hallway outside, of all places, Shannon's room. I had been trying to think of how to talk to her but hadn't come to any real conclusions. I guess somewhere in my head a part of me thought I was ready. Then his hard cock slid all the way up inside my cunt… No one could hear me moaning very softly as I felt that hard invasion deep inside my body.People around us was in their own matters and so, no one could notice I was being fucked right there. No one heard me moaning and breathing heavily as the stranger started to pump my cunt from behind…I had one orgasm after another as the vibration of the train rode up his legs into his cock then into my pussy and it was an incredible fuck.