“You’re the one fucking my fingers, you whore.”“I’m-I’m not,” she meekly gasped, but she knew it was true. She was wiggling her ass up a...d down his fingers, helping him finger-rape her needy cunt right there on a crowded train.The train slowed and came to a stop. It was the door across from where she stood that opened. She held still. The man withdrew his fingers most of the way from her sopping cunt, but his tough, calloused fingertips (how many? She had no idea, but she hated how her cunt. Lizzie was notpleased to have dirty streaks on her face and when Jack joked with herabout it she made sure he looked just as bad by rubbing her mucky handson his cheeks. They were laughing about this when at 11:00 they heard astrong knock on the shop door.Linda went to answer the door fully intending to put the customer off asthey weren't quite ready to open as a few boxes hadn't been cleared away.However when she saw who it was she let the visitor in immediately.Albert Johnson, the Go!. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me with long steady strokes as my wife looked on. Carole came hard as she watched him fuck my ass and the room filled with her excited pants and moans. I could smell the scent of her arousal and took my excitement to another level. Kevin pulled out of my ass and guided me onto my back on the bed. He climbed between my spread legs and rubbed the head of his dick across my asshole as he looked at my excited wife with a confident smirk. "Do you want it?" He. “How are you doing with this?”I hugged her some more. “This was the scariest thing I’ve ever gone through. Don’t ever scare me like this again!”“Grim!”“Kelly, I’m serious. I just kept wondering how I was going to handle you not being around. Everything I’ve ever been through, the combat, the shootings, none of it was as scary to me as you in the hospital. I just kept wondering how I was going to raise the kids and whether I would start going insane and there was nothing I could do about.