“Yes! You’re so… so tight.”So ‘tight’ was a good thing for him? It wasn’t a good thing for me. ‘Tight’ hurt.It hurt even more when h... started pushing in and out of me.He began panting and groaning, as though it was a challenging athletic event; running up a few flights of stairs maybe. All I was doing was lying there with my legs spread wide and my vagina burning.From my experience of wanking him and sucking him, it was clear that Mr Cooper was enjoying himself against the backdrop of my wincey. She patted my chest, just above the handkerchief pocket of my jacket. I’m clair-sentient. I can feel people’s thoughts and feelings sometimes through walls. And this woman was sending clear signals about who was the predator and who was the prey. “I need to call it an early evening gentlemen. However, it was a pleasure to meet you both.” She offered an inviting, sweet smile to both of us. “Hopefully, we can meet again in the future.” She might as well have slipped a business card in my pocket.. Not that it really matters.The train slows to a stop. Lacey looks up to see how much further to go and just as she looks up she sees an atheletic man step on board. He drops to a seat and lays there for a while breathing heavily. His muscular chest rises and falls and Lacey can't help but stare. He has a nice strong body, probably plays a sport. Then she remembers, the university isn't too far from this stop and there was a basket ball game tonight. Thats probably where he came from. She never. Then he moved behind me, poked his big hard love rod into my hole and pushed in. It was heavenly – the cliché is that anal hurts at penetration, but if you have done it as much as I had done it to myself and have enough lube there is at most a little stab, more a sensation of pressure than discomfort. And Leon was plenty big enough that I felt pressure, but soon he was railing me pretty good, I was moaning pretty good and it felt great – he was so big it almost felt as if he had his arm in.