On the way out the door I spotted something amongst the blood on the floor. I picked it up. It was warm and squishy and about ¾ inch long. On the way...out the front door I detoured to the downstairs toilet and flushed it away. They wouldn’t be sewing that back on. Careful not to screech my tyres I sped off down the street thankful once again that we lived so far from the neighbour’s houses. Half way back to the garage I dumped my pockets into a roadside bin. Ten minutes later I was back in the. Wet.I can feel his manhood poking against my cheecks, he moves – I spread my legs a little bit – if we were naked, he would be in me now.It is dark, I can’t really see a thing. The pale moonlight that is falling through the window doesn’t help at all. Merely outlines, shadows. Shapeless silhouettes. The sound of my boyfriend, who had two or three drinks too much, snoring to my left, peacefully sleeping. The sound of his best friend, gasping, to my right.Touch me. Please, have the guts and touch. Tom just responds with a big grin."Why not show me then?” She asks nicely. "It might make you feel a bit more comfortable." “What if someone should come? He asks.“Was that pun intended?” She grins, and Tom goes red.“No, I mean what if someone comes into the carriage.“I doubt that. No one got on at the last station so the Guard won’t be coming to check tickets. I bet there is hardly any one else left on this train now.So Tom unzips his flies, slides his hands inside and pulls out his cock which. His cock was still covered thickly with her throat phlegm, and he asshole was still coated in a glistening mixture of her juices and his saliva, and he slipped into her easily. She cried out deeply, an animal howl that lingered long in the cave tunnels, and then she begged him to fuck her, to fuck her the way the jarl had wanted to, but only Brin had permission to. And Brin did so willingly. He climbed on top of her completely, his body weight forcing her flat to the floor, and she writhed.