The beautiful woman, who had headed the local best-dressed list for the last five years, accepted each and every fierce thrust into her softly accepti...g cuntal depths, for she was thinking of that day so long ago, feeling the hot sand, the taste of the salty sweat from the Mexican's brow as it dropped to her parted lips. He had brought his hand around to where his firmly and deeply ensconced penis was sliding smoothly in and out of her desire-drenched pussy, and she felt him begin to fondle the. I felt the train start to slow down as we neared a station. Both men started to furiously fucked me taking me for their pleasure. The man fucking my pussy suddenly plunged in very deep and I felt his sperm flowing into my unprotected pussy, fuck this was good. Soon after the cock in my mouth spurted its semen into my mouth, I tried to swallow it all but some escaped onto my lips and chin and floor. I stood up as both men released their hold on me, the woman came into view, using her fingers. “There she is.” Karl said in a chipper voice.“What a trip! I am exhausted”“How’s the family?”“Good, everyone is good. Where is Roxie?” she said, suspiciously scanning the living room.“She is up in her room.”“So, what did you two do this weekend?” she said, looking deep into Karl’s eyes.“I was in and out, and so was she.” he said, not realizing it was an unintentional sexual reference.“Is she okay? Did you get a chance to talk to her about that day? You know. The yoga pants?”“Uh, yeah, sort of.. "She just wants you to be active." Active? How active can I be around some old hen who only wants to find out how much dough I have in the bank? I don't really enjoy about hearing what a paragon of manhood her late husband was either." Well," she said, "you don't have to go out if you don't want to."I looked at her without saying anything for a few seconds."I suppose," I said after a bit. "But I do like to go out. The trouble is, I'd rather go out, do my own thing and find my own kind of woman.