“Give it to me you BASTARD!” she half yelled with a sternness from nowhere, looking out of the corner of her eye in his direction. “I know you w...nt to cum in my pussy!” The husband almost tried a denial, but she rocked her whole body back into him, pushing off of my weight to do so. “Fucking cum in me! Fucking fill me up!” she moaned, riding him so hard I was sure he would fall backward. He squeezed his eyes together and let out a short noise, then opened his mouth and eyes wide at once. He. He slid easily out of his jeans and I laid him down onto my soft red comforter. Lying next to him, feeling his smooth washboard abs, I kissed him passionately, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I wanted to taste his cock so bad and my wet snatch still needed some attention so I laid him on his back and lowered my pussy over his face. I had dreamed of being in this position with Michael so many times before and now it still seemed like a dream. “Mmm, Katie your pussy is so smooth,” he said,. I figured I could get some sleep in an empty car where no one would want to chat with me during the long trip. About a half hour into my sleep I woke to find the train stopping at one of only three stops. A handful of people got on and as they did I scoped them out to see if anyone interesting got on. I was looking at the entrance door and didn't see anyone come in so I figured I’d close my eyes and go back to sleep. I must have slept through the next stop (almost 2 hours later) when I woke to. A moan escapes her lips as I make her pinch her own nipple.I feel her getting close to an orgasm. Her body tenses and she takes our fingers as far into her pussy as she can, arching her back so that her head is resting on the driver's door. Clamping her mouth shut, she holds in a scream as she cums onto our fingers. It is a small orgasm, but from the look on her face, I can tell she is working up to a bigger one. I remove my fingers from her pussy and let go of her other hand as I stand up. She.