I started rubbing her back with both hands now as she cried into my chest. When she was cried out I had one hand rubbing her back and the other runnin... though her hair.Eventually she leaned back to use my towel to dry her eyes before asking, rhetorically, “Why can’t I get a good fuck?”She grumbled about jacking him off before they started to hike and sucking him off three times on the way up here hoping to get him to last a few minutes once they got up here. She was already so close that he. ”George was planning a retort but it was interrupted by the train’s PA system.“First seating for dinner, please make your way to the dining car.”They got up and walked out of their room, B, turned left, and walked the very short distance to the interconnecting door to the dining car. As they walked they continued their conversation.“Your parents really gave you a hell of a party for your birthday. I was shocked at all the Amtrak and rail employees who came. I couldn’t believe George Pataki was. Make me cum. That's it. Suck harder. Suck that cock down your throat. Deep throat me baby. Deep throat that big cock. Do it like you can do it. Now get ready for my cum." As she sucked the cock down her throat he filled her with cum. Then he watched as he squirted and she swallowed. He grabbed her and hugged her and told her "Let's go to bed. I want more of your hot pussy." He took her to the bedroom and laid her down and got between her legs. He loved to eat her pussy and could do it for. I questioned us doing this in front of others. Sharon just smiled and said that sharing was good. Her fingers moved under my shirt, that first touch, as her hand cupped my breast, we kissed, our open mouths wanting to devour each other. No longer did others being present matter, soft moans filled the room together with the sweet scent of sex.My shirt was removed as I submitted to my lover's needs, then my bra slipped from my shoulders. Sharon's mouth found my stiff nipple, sucking on it as my.