Craig Johnson’s parties drew the crowds, and not just from one social group either. There was an astounding mix of kids here, the jocks, the uber po...ular kids, the theater kids, skaters, emos, from every click you could imagine. It was a melting pot and all put together by Craig Johnson. We struggled into the living room, forcing our way in through a press of teens and the ever present pounding music. I cast a glance at Olivia and found her grimacing slightly at the noise.All the furniture had. She was spent, and I was still hard. The condom had killed it for me."I need to rest. Sorry." she said. She was breathing heavy and not ready to be touched at all.I looked over and Mara was still staring at us. She smiled approvingly."You want water?" No, I want sleep. Oh my God, that was amazing" said Liz.I stood up and pulled the condom off. I made my way to the kitchen and got some water.Coming back, there was Mara, not masturbating anymore. "You guys have fun?" Now, I was still buck naked,. So much for subtlety, I thought. But I was enjoying this! A stranger on a train, his hand on my thigh! Deliciously naughty! Almost edgy! What would mother think, I pondered. She’d be appalled! Nice girls don’t do this sort of thing. At least not in public. I felt his hand move under my skirt. I looked him in the eye, smiled, and opened my legs a little wider, letting him know that I wanted this as much as he did. The train rolled northward, the car swaying, the click-click of the wheels on the. I had him in-situ now all I wanted to do was fuck it, so I began tightening and relaxing my vaginal muscles, and soon he was responding, his twitching was becoming more aggressive, his body was responding, even as he slept, his cock knew it was somewhere very special, being bathed in my warm and copious vaginal juices, squeezed and massaged teasingly, my cunt was milking my brothers cock for our family semen, and to hell with the consequences.His hand slipped under my arm and he cupped my.