He didn’t have his technique perfected like I did, but I could tell he was no stranger to sucking cocks. His enthusiastic sucking was making me real...y hot. He gave my dick a few more licks, then got up and whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you, baby.” I responded with a kiss on his lips and said, “Cowgirl.” I laid him back on the bed and went to my bag to get the condoms. He reached over the bedside table, pulled open a drawer and brought out a bottle of lube. I licked his cock a few more. It stung but nothing terrible.Debbie had been caned when she was fourteen once by Miss Arther when she and three mates were late for class. One on her left palm. She said it stung but she didn't cry. She enjoyed telling me Jane cried even though she had been caned before because I had been out with her.It was a Monday, a day we will remember forever for many reasons and one we talk about today.Debbie, now my wife, had a maths test the next day and, unusually for her, was struggling with it.She. Bob and Athena both looked at their lover, as she convulsed and climaxed. “Oh! Oh! Bobby Threads! Shit, don’t stop!”Like a dog shaking off water, the lad had sweat flying off of him as he pounded away at the syrupy, juicy cunt. The feeling of having a beautiful woman orgasming all over his schlong was amazing. The gratification was tripled when, at the same time, his own climax was approaching.“Ugh! Ugh! Oh!” he panted riotously.The muscles in his arms and legs were hollering for relief. But he. The Conductor had said that Minnesota pays for the train, but I still wondered why they’d run a train that seemed to have about a dozen passengers. A Greyhound-style bus would more than cover the demand for the route.The station building was closed to passengers; it had closed when rail service had ended in 1969 prior to Amtrak’s takeover. Minnesota had funded a train to Superior Wisconsin in 1975, and extended it to Duluth starting in 1977. Its whole run was rather sketchy, but at one time it.