The speaker was a young and rather tall woman, with long brown hair that fell freely onto her back. She peered into the compartment with squinted eyes...and a frustrated expression. In the aisle behind her, people were standing to smoke cigarettes, blowing the smoke out of the cracked side windows of the train. The smoking ban on the railways in France had gone into effect last year, but I knew from experience that it was harder to separate a Frenchman from his pack of Gauloises than it was to. I was a 'someone.' Who does he think he is? "I'm not just a 'thing' that you can have because you want it," I snap, shrugging the pleasant warmth of his hands off. "I'm not a trophy. I'm not a thing. And I don't think you're getting how much I hate you." He grasps me firmly by the waist then, gently grinding himself against me, turning me on slowly, somehow knowing I like it when he takes it slow. His hands once again travel down my arms and then down to my stomach, holding me there. Becky recognized that this was a coincidental and fortuanate coming together at this point in time for Kate, Katie and Cindy - of their separate personal unattached relationships. Examining her own emotions and acceptance of her own proposal that was to be made to them and the long-term consequences. But the true test would be if the three women would instinctively and intuitively grasp and then embrace what Becky initially would not outright verbally propose but only insinuate with thinly. Hitting her upturned face each squirt splashes off of her aroused skin, cum globules splattering me and the seat. I get the last of it in her hair before she pulls away. "What the hell!" I Smile. She's upset now as she's trying to pull it out... Her cheeks a cute pink, the left one covered in sperm. On her forehead, a wad of it makes it's way down the bridge of her nose and into her eyes. Whiteness speckled in her hair... "That was awesome.." I tell her. "Yeah except, you came in my hair you.