‘Jesus, Emma, you have to warn me when you’re about to do that!’ he exclaimed. Emma’s hands flew to her face. ‘Oh Simon, I wasn’t thinking...’ she said. ‘Is it frightfully hard?’ ‘Yes,’ said Simon, annoyed. ‘Damn it hurts.’ ‘Let it out,’ said Emma. ‘I don’t mind helping.’ She hoped she didn’t sound too eager. ‘Unless you’d rather I left you alone to look at Jessica Maitland’s bosoms in private?’ Simon wasted no time unfastening his belt, and opening his fly to let his suddenly-raging boner twang. Nobody knew what was going on, though. The fact that the dispatch wasn't getting through to the train was the scariest part. The fact that a million rescuers hadn't descended on us after two hours, that clinched it. Something was rotten in Denmark, and it wasn't just our train.We were blocking the fucking Montague Street Tunnel. If the system was up and running, we'd be a tremendous roadblock in the busiest transit system on earth. How busy? The B, B Express, D, N, and Q trains all operate. The warmth that suffused her body could not be explained solely by the weak spring sunshine, and she sighed again. Without conscious direction, her mind conjured an image of Liam when she had seen him remove his breeches. Her wicked imagination was quick to fill in the details of his naked form, and her cheeks flamed from the wantonness of her thoughts. Still, she was reluctant to abandon the image, and she sat back on her heels for several moments replaying it in her mind. The perfection of. Suddenly John said “look we have made you wife whore.” And he lifted her ass in air; I was shocked as her ass was gaping. Her ass hole had become as wide as someone’s mouth. They laughed and he again started banging her. After another 15 minutes he cummed inside her ass hole. He again lifted her ass and said “see, my cum oozing out.” I saw cum mixed with blood was oozing out of her ass hole. Then he got up and said her to lick her cock clean. She licked it and he went and wore his dress.Mohit.