He meant it to be a chaste buss but Leslie had other ideas. She slipped her tongue into his mouth. When he pulled back, she flashed her crooked little...grin.“I love you, Jacob Turner, and I missed you more than I thought I ever would.”The three talked for a minute before Jake went into the barracks to get Mo. His classmates ribbed him about not hurting himself over the weekend as he bounded up the stairs. Jake changed into jeans and a sweatshirt, grabbed the bag he had packed for the weekend,. For about the next 40 minutes I thoroughly fisted her hole. Three more climaxes ensued. The first as I thrust hard fast and deep; and, the second as I held my fist still and deep in her pulsing cunt, while I circled her burgeoning clit lightly with my finger. The third as I churned my fist into her cunt deeply and spanked her ass with my other hand. When I finished for the time being, I whispered in her ear how impressed I was with her accommodating hole and how it was living up to. . sorry sir, ma'am ... Oh! Mr. President! Ambassador Delenn! Sir! Ma'am!"He drew himself up into a parody of attention, and gave a strange salute, hand up, palm out, fingers split between middle and ring fingers."Live long and prosper, Mr. President! Sir! Ma'am!"Delenn felt there was something not quite right with the boy. It was a boy, she decided, very young for crew.And not wearing a proper station uniform, either, but some form fitting fabric, light blue, with a peculiar, two tailed badge. Just before leaving the car I glanced back and Wendy hadn’t even noticed I was gone.“Oh well,” I thought, “It was still an interesting experience even if I was just a cock to her.”Although the train was all about sex, I felt kind of cheap and used. I hadn’t felt like this before – at least not on The Pussy Train.I walked back to the main car and when I got there I saw the time. It was only five minutes until we got to our stop, so I went and got my clothes. I got dressed and sat down beside.