There was no aircon on the train, so we rode with open windows. The air from outside streaming in was almost as hot as the body-warmed air on the insi...e of the train, but at least it was clean. I didn’t mind the wind on my face, messing my hair, I was just grateful to be able to breathe some fresh air in the sticky heat.“Who’s your favorite band playing today?” The guy sitting next to me asked. He’d shifted to give me his seat at the window, so I was particularly nice to him.“We always hang out. More nervousness struck inside me. But he gently licked my pussy and gave me a good sensation. He turned me to doggy and started to lick my asshole.It was an awesome feeling. He sticks his tongue deep inside my ass. I was enjoying the moment without realizing what was going to happen next. He put some lube in his dick and gently rubbed my asshole. Suddenly he pushed his cut dick head inside my asshole.It was terrible pain. I jumped out and ran away, but he pushed me to the floor and shoved back. He found it in an auction house in London where he was working. I used to go for long tramps over Hampstead Heath with my friend, followed by afternoon tea. I was very bad in those days at picking it up when someone admired me, rather like the heroine of my story. Only much later did I realise that my friend was one of many admirers. (RIP, dear Phil, I still often think of you.) The poems: are by George Gordon, Lord Byron, Alfred Tennyson (not ennobled at the time of this story), and Robert. " "well i still dont like the idea, you can still get pregnant even while on birth control." "dont worry about it you big worry wort, it will be fine, i wont get pregnant. " "i still dont like the idea though." "well thats to bad cuz guess what? your the one tied up and cant move, im not so i can do this, and with that she lowered herself slowly on to his cock, moaning a little at the same time while her tight pussy made room for the new invader, once she was all the way down and adam was.