Caller ID identified the caller as Emma. “Hey,” I said. “Hi Dave,” Emma said. “How are you?” “I’m fine, thanks. How are you?” �...I’m great!” she responded cheerfully. “That’s good to hear. So, why did you call me?” “As you know it’s my birthday next week….” “Yes, I haven’t forgotten about that,” I said. “I would like to celebrate my birthday with you by going somewhere,” Emma told me. “So, no gift?” I asked. “No. I’d rather spend a day with you than get a present, to be honest.” “Okay…. ” She said.“Like I said, she is different. As in REALLY different. If there’s one think I do know, If I did to you what I do to her, you’d gut me like a fish.”“I know what she’s into,” Ashlynn said, “I just didn’t know that was your bag.”“It is and isn’t. It’s was a bit of fun, but it goes smooth after awhile. What’s it matter though, Ash? Even though it’s different places, soon enough you’ll both be off to school. I say keep the fun rolling while it lasts. Really, I haven’t heard any. Not yet though, as your train is pulling in to the station now. Still breathless, you look around the carriage, checking the nearest door. Suddenly, your phone, vibe, and clit burst into life once more, as I call you again! People are starting to move towards the doors, away from you. The sensations are stronger than ever, and you’re sure you’re about to cum if this continues. Moving your hand between your legs, you press firmly, crushing the vibe against your clit. Your eyes open, looking. “Not to what…” I asked again. Pressing a little further.This time she got it.“Not to hesitate, sir.”I reached over for a carafe of olive oil and dribbled a little onto her opening where I finger had just started to enter. It’s glistening greenish tint lubricated the outlined pucker that pushed and pulled against my finger. My finger slid in easily as her moan took a deeper tone.“Oh, that’s a good kitten.”“Please, sir, more,” was all she groaned.I shifted myself around and down, resting on my.