He asked if she was willing to be shagged properly. She just moaned and nodded. He looked at me and said, "Go for it, son." I took my hand to my cock ...nd placed it at her hole. I pushed two fingers in first, removed them after fingering her hard and then pushed the head in. Linda said it was too big to go in but she was pressing up against me. The stranger told me to lie down and get her to get down on top. She straddled me while he held her head in one hand and his cock pushing into her mouth. On the twelfth day of my journey the train pulled into Sidney. I had breakfast in the dining car long before we arrived. I looked out the window to see a large crowd of people gathered there. Most were wearing old clothes toting backpacks and tools like shovels, picks and other things. There were so many getting off at this stop I realized that these were going into the Black Hills to search for gold. They were getting off to buy equipment that would make them rich. I was the last to get off. I was introduced to my group by my boss, and as we moved around, we finally came across a cubicle and there was Ritu. I was immediately struck by her full smile, nice full lips. She had worn a white salwar kameez, and the pyajama was nice tight. She had crossed her legs, and her kameez slit had exposed her thigh through her pyajama. Since it was tight, I could immediately make out her thighs were nice and full. She smiled back ,and pretty soon we were working together. Over time, I found out. Coach stiffened in appreciation."If you taste as good as you look, I bet you're good enough to eat."My, what a witty rejoinder!"You know, Linda" Coach continued, "I really... enjoy your change in apparel. Shorts are sexy, but there's nothing like a skirt to show off a girl to her full advantage. I really, really... like skirts."Really really? As if I couldn't feel the very evidence. Coach's breath was hot and heavy, sticky and sweet, warmed-up syrup poured into my ear. Yuck! Who wants syrup in.