Your head is turned sideways to avoid, what can only be the offensive smell of this “gaijin”, pressed so tightly against you, you feel nauseated. ... on the other hand, feel elated. I get a whiff of your aroma. You still smell of soap and exotic perfume and just the slightest bit of sweat. The train stops, people leave and others are pushed in. NO, NO, please don’t push her away!The train starts up again, you are still here, but I am behind you now. I feel the round of your behind and the sharp. She gags. It spills on her breasts, but I keep going. I roughly grab her now slippery breast, and then hit it with my hand. And again. Her nipples perk up, and she’s ready for more action.“Lie on the bed. Face down, ass in the air, hands next to your legs.” After she complies, I use ties to bind her arms to her legs, and step back again to admire the view – the ass, I believe. I slip on a condom, and finally enter her from behind. As I thrust into her, I pull her hair back, so that her head is. “Here ya go Kyle!” Abby said as she placed the plate in front of me. One thing I have found myself doring more often lately is fantasizing about the things I would do if I wasn't married…. I miss hooking up with random chicks, some hot steamy sex. Things at home have been pretty unsexual lately. When we first met i swear we fucked a dozen times a week. The sex was great. Amazing even. Now it's maybe a few times a week, and more of a routine it feels like. What can I say, my personal life has. What do you want us to do?” “I’d really like you girls to undress each other. Then maybe a little dance to get things started.” We both stood up and moved to the center of the room. We loosened each other’s ties and unbuttoned each other’s shirts. We both took them off. We started to kiss each other. I wasn’t really into the girl thing, however, if I had to kiss a girl, Rhonda would be the one. We were grinding up against each other. We helped each other take off our skirts. We were both.