"How about mine, little brother. Like my pussy, too?" It's beautiful, too, Michelle, really pretty," I told her as I took more pictures.Sarah was now ...n the bed, legs spread wide, telling me, "Get close, I can spread it open if you want," as I knelt down moving close, getting the wet, pink folds centered between her fingers holding herself open.As I took pictures, I saw, through the viewfinder, her fingertip sliding up and down in the center of her crevice, then moving to the top where her. Pushing all the way in until she winced in pain so I pulled back and just began thrusting in and out. She matched my thrusting with her hips rocking back and forth meeting me each and every pump. Getting lost in this heated moment we forgot we where sneaking she was gasping loudly and I was panting. The bed was shaking and creaking the headboard was banging against the drywall. She came pretty hard and had me slow down when we came to the realization of how loud we where. Taking a few moments. He had either been without it for a long time,or he truly had been attracted to me for a long time. I didn't really care which it was. At that moment, I just wanted to be loved. He pressed his lips back to mine, a little more forcefully this time. Our mouths opened immediately and as our tongues danced, our hands got busy groping and grabbing every part they could touch. It took only seconds for him to find my breast with his right hand. He grabbed it and massaged it, sending a jolt straight to. At first the train ride was boring, mile after mile of wheat and corn and flatlands. Before long, though, we were in Wyoming and the Rocky Mountains. They were really something to see. I was pretty revved-up about the trip west and I only slept off and on in the train seats since they were leather and kind of slippery. We went through some really neat places I’d only heard about in Western movies. Places like Cheyenne and Laramie and Snake River. Too bad some of it was at night. I could get up.