I did not speak a word on our way to the station as I was worried about the availability of the first class compartment/car. We reached the station ar...und 6:10pm and got to the platform. To my biggest relief in my life, the compartment was on board. We got into the train and in our cabin I found a lower and upper berth on one side and a wash basin at one end and a toilet at the other end on the other side with a small wooden shelf in the middle containing pillows and bed-sheets and some free. My cock was hard and rampant now after that show and I unzipped and forced it in to your soaking pussy hard and deep, and as I slid in and out of you I could feel your pussy juice coating my shaft. I ordered you to pinch and twist your nipples hard for me I wanted you to moan and cry out as you punished yourself for cumming without permission.As you did this you let out a whimper and I said harder slut and grabbed one for you and twisted it in my thumb and finger almost lifting you from the car. “It’s curly,” she said and I smiled. I fingered myself a little, too. “Varda?” she looked up. “Do you ever feel yourself? I do sometimes and it makes me hot and also my privates get wet.” “You mean your cunt gets wet…?” There was that word the excited us both. “Varda!” I said in amazement, “that’s a dirty word!” She just smiled. “Maybe we can do it together tonight.” My nightie was so revealing and I wondered about going back into the lounge and her Dad looking at us. I was blushing.. I mean, I have tothink about it to feel the bra-straps on my shoulders and my sensitivebreasts filling the cups. I'm typing this sitting on my vagina, but Idon't remember Roger's penis feeling any different, though, when I thinkof it, I can feel my tampon string because I'm starting my second period.Roger's penis would be swelling at these thoughts and I suppose they'reexciting me a little and I just feel a bit warm down there.I must stop just writing about myself. Roger left a loving wife,.