My two fingers now soaked in my juices, the body butter that still coats them has been rendered redundant. I keep my hand still and tilt my hips up sl...ghtly. Oh, yes… I feel my fingers move deeper inside me, delving deeper and deeper as I continue thrusting up against my hand. I bite down on my bottom lip, my breathing become shallow again as the primal rhythm of my hips thrusting triggers a form of pleasure deep inside me. I feel it radiate through me, glowing brighter as my hips thrust. I nodded quickly, biting my lip. She rubbed the head of the dildo up and down from my ass to my pussy and back. She settled with my pussy and pushed all of the dildo in me in one motion. She didn't start gentle or slow, she went ahead, roughly pounding my pussy. Her hips slapped against my ass, the strap-on's sack smacking my clit, her fingers dug into my skin. The corset, laced so tightly, seemed to be growing tighter round me with each thrust. "Momma I can't breathe!" I cried out. She ignored. Some of my more enjoyable and memorable experiences on the trains have been with people with whom I shared no common language. We resort to smiles and frowns, with lots of gestures, to communicate as best we can. With all the finger waving and grunting, we might be on vacation from a school for the speech-impaired.I will tell you about one of them.I was on a train from Timisoara, Romania, to Bucharest. The train was in reasonably good repair and fairly comfortable, but took nearly twelve hours. 'MILLIE: I is...TEACHER: No, Millie ... Always say, 'I am.'MILLIE: All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.'TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand...TEACHER: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.TEACHER: Clyde, your composition on 'My Dog'.