My Dad calls me Abigail and the rest of the world calls me Abo." Her face went back to concerned. "But I suspected that Dad had done something. He spe...t most of this last week saying that Janelle had been in an accident and would not be able to swim. He was hoping that would let our team win and he could be a full time coach. But he never said what kind of accident it was." Janelle's car was rigged to stop on the train tracks and blow up. The express hit it and the car was smashed to small. Slowly she moved back until my dick was about to enter her pussy. She stopped when the tip was inside and looked into my eyes. She smiled at me, gave me a wink and shove it all in with a loud moan. Nevertheless her age, her pussy felt amazingly tight. I could fit all the way in. It felt like we were made for each other. She started to ride me slowly but intensely.Thanks to the alcohol I didn't cum too soon. Otherwise I couldn't have handled a woman like her at that time. I couldn't help myself.. No phone, of course. The very solid-looking hardwood door would not open. There was no furniture, other than the cot, and its riveted metal frame would not disassemble without cutting tools. The light fixtures were too far up to reach. Likewise the ventilation shafts. The bathroom sink had no plug, so I couldn't overflow it and send water flooding through the floor to alert someone downstairs. The toilet was some kind of tamperproof semi-waterless European model, so I couldn't flood that. I was staring at a beautiful little pussy still dripping of juices from her tiny lips.The closer she sat down I was able to taste her juices making her wiggle her hips on my tongue.I could have cum the moment Linda was deep on my cock but I held back. I pretty much knew what the two girls were doing to one another by the amount of their cum I could feel. Not only Linda was sliding more easily on my cock I was able to slip my tongue deeper into Misty. I had to tell them I was going to cum after.