Even if he had, by the time the train hit, the rear cars wouldn’t even be braking yet.Bob caught a glimpse of the very flashy pickup truck, recogniz...ng it as a late model Ford F-250 Lariat, as it came directly into the train’s headlamp. It finally snapped him out of his terrified trance, and he dumped the air. He braced himself for the jolt he knew was going to come, surprised as it happened that it was much heavier then he expected.Practically corresponding with the hiss from the train dumping. With a slight chuckle, he grabs my hair and pulls my head back into him. Reaching around my waist to hold me, knowing I need to support. He knows my tells better than I, hearing my readiness without hearing a thing. Sliding me around, keeping his grip on my small waist he fluently places my bottom, still buzzing with vibration, onto the rail. Needing closeness, I wrap my limbs around him, hooking my heels into each other with twisting in as close as humanly possible. I grind into him, fingers. You will feel so much more free, if you can overcome this roadblock, she says then lightly kisses Amber's lips.We won't force you, I say walking over to her, we want to make it a trade. We help you punish those three bitches, and you give yourself to your friends here, I say sweeping my hand around the room to encompass every member of our club. You, You, Amber sputters standing up and hugging me close, and bursting into tears, you always say and do the right thing the don't you. How can I. Then my traitor brain brought forth an image as vivid and arousing as it was gut-wrenching. The image of my girlfriend, my tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed curvy girlfriend, being fucked by another man. By the cool and confident guy upstairs. I imagined him pounding into her at a pace I could never equal, drawing forth moans I hardly ever heard, stabbing deep into her shaved little pie with his powerful cock, his hard body rippling with muscle against the peaches and cream complexion of her.