I could feel the briefcase pressing against my ass. With a few jerks of train I could feel that the briefcase is almost between my legs…till that ti...e i was not sure if it was intentional or not…but then slowly i could feel the briefcase coming up and by that time the guy behind me also kept his hand on my ass. By this time train had already crossed dadar and that guy was now practically sticking to me. he made sure that no one got between us. By this time i was sure that this guy is up to. Her tightness stretched to engulf all of him and he crammed inward until his hips met her tight ass. God, she felt so fucking good. “Fuck me, Gerr. Fuck me,” she whispered. Bucking forward, he buried all he had, and then withdrew. Her slippery grip was intense, and quivered against his rock hard length. Jamming forward, he filled her again. His hips slapped against her butt, pounding her tight little quim. He must’ve died and gone to heaven. No woman had ever felt this good. None ever this. We played hard against each other and I used my anger against Tony and his mother to win the game.Later on we drove home to the Grants and walked into the kitchen where Carmen was making dinner. She didn't notice us as first because she was singing and dancing around in the kitchen while cooking. Carmen looked happy and without a care in the world. It seemed as if she had forgotten all about helping her son cheat. Here she was in her kitchen dressed in a strapless yellow sundress which. I had been so mortally scared of being seen that I just ran back to the girls' joint bedroom hall - I hadn't seen much but now the memory made my cheeks flush. "Good show, Private." He tapped my ass with his palm a tad too hard to be meant as a "get up" - or at least I hoped so. That flicker of hope soon turned into a flutter of horniness. I hadn't had sex in a while - the only guy I'd ever had it with was my ex-boyfriend, Allan, back at home. He wasn't even especially good at it so I took that.