I was shocked when Steve crept over behind Tom and gradually pulled Tom’s pants down to his ankles. Almost liked it was planned. As they wrestled on...the couch Joan’s skirt raised up over her hips exposing her chubby thighs. Her bra lay in heap with her shirt on the floor. Now the only thing in the way were their underpants. I was about to blow my load it was so hot. As Steve stood and watched the two go at it, Tom again reached between then, fumbling with his BVD’s he pulled the front down so. " She's really tight, Mrs. West." I moaned."Call me Charlotte." She said then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Funny, I didn't smell wine anymore but she must be drunk still... right?Julie stopped whimpering and sat up still on my cock. She was in control in the position we were in so she started to slowly move up and down on me. I grinned hearing her sweet moan.Charlotte moved her hand, it ran across my lap and used two fingers to grab on to the base of my cock. I couldn't believe it;. Although it was the carriage furthest away from entry or exit points, the two reasons I did so were that firstly, most people are lazy and always rush for the nearest carriage, and secondly, not being lazy to walk the extra bit I always found a seat on the train.One evening, after stopping at the third station on my way home, a good looking guy moved through the carriage approaching my direction and sat opposite me. He was wearing a tracksuit and appeared to be very well built. He had a. You can do it,” Emma said, trying to reassure him. Not that she was really looking forward to a butt-fucking.“Geez,” Mike said in exasperation. He threw his hands up in the air. “That’s just it. ‘Sir’. It feels like I’m raping you. Like you’re a slave. It’s wrong.” He let go of her cheeks and stood up. Emma rolled over onto her side so she could see him.“Mike,” she said, dropping the ‘Sir’, her tone now serious. “Sit down there for a minute because I have something to explain.”Mike obeyed and.