I love the rain.’ For a moment she smiled, glancing at the window. It was completely covered in with rain pounding against if. Then she continued--�...�but I miss that disrespectful son of a bitch.’Frowning, I reprimanded her. ‘Mars, he was not a nice person. I bet he wasn’t even a good kisser.’She giggled. ‘Nope.’I returned her smile with twice the warmth and then leaned over her, pressing my mouth to hers. I felt her smiles against my lips, gently kissing back.Us kissing wasn’t new. I’d never had. A personell switch for the final overnight leg gave me time to score a six pack with some fake ID. The porter responsible for my car busted me about 20 minutes in on my youth ticket and laughed, saying if I shared...he wouldnt tell. We talked and drank the 6 pack. Joe was 40 and seemed cool. When we ran out he offered to smuggle more from the bar car which he did 2 at a time. during one trip i pulled out my penthouse magazine. joe snickered saying he used to whack off to playboy when he was my. So after she settled back down a little she laid back on the bed and I moved on top of her. I put my cock at the top of her slit and gently slid it back and forth, masturbating her clit with my hard cock which felt large and hard in my hand. Then I slowly pushed into her. She felt so good, her pussy was so wet it slid in easily but with enough friction so I could feel her squeeze my cock. I leaned up on my arms so I could look at her body as we fucked. Her breasts were high and her nipples. She giggled again and her thighs closed around my head. I worked a finger in a little way and she relented, opening up so I could get my finger all the way in and allowing me to tease her engorged clitoris with my tongue. Her wet pussy tasted delicious. My tongue traced her lips and darted deep inside her. She was ready again. She moaned, a longing moan telling me she was aching for something harder. I ran my tongue over her bush and up her body. I stood up and lifted her thighs and entered.