"Why?" I asked. I was starting to get a bit disappointed that this wasn't going to go far at all."Well" he said. "I just think we probly shouldn't be ...lone with each other, I mean I just dont want to hurt you again." he said. My mind tried to figure out what he meant by hurt? I didn't get it at all, did he actually think that I didn't enjoy our laundry time fun??"Wait, what do you mean hurt me again?" I asked."Well, you know, like i did in the laundry room last time. I feel so bad for forcing. Me: Mom told me to get you a towel. She is on a call.Aunt: Oh, okay. It’s alright, dear. I should have been careful. But it’s okay. You can turn around now and find me a towel.Her voice now softened.Me: But auntie…Aunt: Don’t worry. I covered myself, silly!And she giggled. I hesitantly turned around. Sure, she was covered. But not enough. She just covered her bra with the pallu. As it was translucent, it didn’t actually make a difference. She had a black lace bra. I loved it. She had a nice. One had olive skin so perfect, jet black hair and a beautiful figure. Sarah was a gorgeous girl. She was dreading this long train ride and just knew it was going to be boring. One evening as she lay in her sleeper listening to the rails clack as they moved along she slowly ran her hands over her small perfect breasts. As she ran her fingers across her hardened nipples, she moaned. She loved to feel her soft skin, but was wishing for someone elses touch. She masturbated until climax and fell. “Kiss it and lick it, faggot man, clean my dick head.” The convict growled. “Shine that dick knob up good, you low life queer.”This was Brian’s first oral exposure to dick, he cringed as he licked at the disgusting slime that had oozed from the convict’s piss slit. The sooner he excited this man, the sooner this would be over. He did his best to make that happen.Joe snickered as the muscular turn out went to work on his fuck tool. He encouraged the new cock sucker, “Get it nice and wet, lube it.