She was moaning and groaning. She wanted more. But, unfortunately, her family called to ask her whereabouts. That disturbance brought us back to norma... and I fixed her clothes and started driving back to NY. I smelled my hand and told her that her pussy smelled amazing.She smiled naughtily and said, she didn’t get to enjoy anything from me. And I started laughing reassuring her some good surprise. We drove back to Brooklyn and I parked a couple of blocks away from her house. Luckily, it was a. The two of them were giggling, and as Carmen was still massaging my cock through my shorts it seemed ridiculous for me to object to what was probably just a bit of harmless fun. I turned back to the road and tried to concentrate on my driving for a while but this was difficult with a tightly constrained erection as well as uncertain activities behind me. After a few minutes I looked back in the mirror to see Steve turning my wife’s face towards him and kissing her on the lips as I watched.. .. but the funny thing was that they where all facing Brenda, you would expect a group to be facing different directions. The train lurched and a gap appeared momentarily and I could see that Brenda's mini skirt was around her waist and her panties were pulled down by her knees. One guy was fingering her cunt, another was fondling her bum. Her top was pulled up (she doesn't need a bra) and 2 more where playing with her tits.I was surprised at my reaction, I had a terrific hard-on, here was my. I held myself on one elbow, still fucking her hard, my free hand roaming over her delicious body, unable to keep still as I massaged her breast, sliding down to grab her hips. Almost crying now with pleasure, she dug her nails into my back as hard as she could, her hips jumping at mine at every thrust. The painful pleasure of her nails only drove me to wilder heights, and I began to pant as my orgasm approached. "Come for me, Peter, come inside me... let me hear you," she gasped, opening her.