“Oh my fucking God” I mumbled partly because this shit felt amazing, but also knowing a packed train would be pulling up in seconds. It was as if ...he train was an overdrive switch for her, as she got more aggressive and sloppy with the toppy. “Shit here comes the train.” I think to self. It stops, but she doesn’t. The doors open and I look over. I see the lady who was on the phone walking to board. She looks over her shoulder and spots us just as she crosses the thresh hold. Her mouth drops.. He smirked then leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Wanna take this to your bedroom? I don’t want anyone else walking in on us.” I giggled and nodded. I lead the way but didn’t need to – John had been to my place a million times. “You know,” he said as I shut and locked the door after we both were in, “Being in your room has always turned me on.” John pulled me towards him and we fell on the bed, him on top, kissing each other hungrily. His right hand slowly trailed down my hips and. There was a cross section of Catholic types and mostly wealthy kids who attended the private college with an ungodly semester registration fee of $320.00 USD. My books I was required to cover on my own, about 50 bucks, and my dad helped me with tuition which allowed me enough money to buy a motorcycle, yes, the two wheeled convenience that nearly got me killed. I didn’t tell my parents about that but you also have to remember college in California at that time was tuition free.Motorcycles still. We younger girls and sissies were sent to bed whilst the adults stayedup.In the bathroom, Janice and I had a wonderful opportunity to examineJemima and Angelica's breasts as we showered together. They alsosavoured the occasion for they had a rare opportunity to check outJanice's girly parts and my still functioning boy-clitty. Angelica wasfascinated by the way my boy-clitty grew hard and she couldn't resistplaying with it. "Doesn't it hurt to grow and stretch like that?" asked Angelica who.