He was tall as in 6'2 with blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes."Miss, are you alright?" The handsome stranger asked."I'm a little shaken but I'm fine..." Leslie said to him.He noticed the scratch on the side of her stomach. He got out the first aid kit from her car and bandaged her wound."Thank you for your help." Leslie said."You're welcome. Can I take you home?" He asked."Well, my car's broken down and I was on my way to my parents' house in Tulane." Leslie replied to him."'I'll contact OnStar. Willy closed hiseyes and continued on autopilot. He had been reduced to an orgasm-producing device. A human sucking-machine. A living receptacle, which isto say, in popular parlance, a jizz jar, a cum bucket. a mobile spermbank. Hot tears ran from his eyes as he brought Arnold ever closer tospurting. And then it happened. Willy's mouth was flooded with warmslimy scuzz. It puddled under his tongue and ran down his throat. Hewanted to gag but couldn't. His system accepted the disgusting. I was getting close to cumming, as was Jen, when suddenly my phone began ringing, sitting on the floor beside me, I looked at the screen, the name that came up was Jen’s mom. “Answer it daddy,” she put her finger to her lips, signalling her friends to be quiet, as I pressed the button. Jen pressed herself down on my cock, grinding against my hardness, as I answered.“Hey babe” I said“Hi Ben, I’m just ringing to check what time your flight gets in”“Erm about 1 I think”. I could hear Jen’s heavy. We found a block of 4 seats, with a table to hide the naughtiness at the quiet end of train coach, and discovered that sitting so close each smart-phone could display the other's up-skirt web-cam views, and take over control of their vibrators. After Molly subjected Gemma to some intense anal probing and nipple-ring electrification she struggled to her feet and wobbled down the train, as much due to the continued cuntal vibrations as the train swaying. Gemma provocatively twisted around a seat.