She’s lying.”I scowled and slapped his arm. “No I’m not. Why would you say that?”He used that finger to swivel my head back so that I was lo...king into his eyes again.“Tara I’ve known you for all of your life. The first time I held you was less than 15 minutes after you were born. I’ve helped look after you ever since. For some of that time I was the main person looking after you. Do you think I haven’t figured out by now how to tell when you’re lying?”I glared at Dan. I was feeling angry and. He was soon deep inside my wet cunt; just in one single push up to my bottom.I tried to be quiet, but his hard pumping from behind made me moan softly.Suddenly the train started to bump and his dick slid out of my stretched cunt.I felt so empty, but soon his hands were grabbing my hips and dragging my buttocks against him.But then I felt his hard dick was trying to enter through my rear entrance…I tried to resist and moved my hips forward; but his strong hands kept me in position, as his cock. Marge knew what she was doing. The presentation must be demure, lest it alarm the quarry. It must match her personality—avoid looking contrived. He would feel at ease in pursuing her. She would appear to be far from captured, so he would venture a swifter chase. With his reserve abandoned, she would turn suddenly to spring the sweet trap. The hour was approaching six. Marge picked out some music. She was careful to make the right selections. She wanted nothing too peppy, better to be relaxing.. They may have been in the country and she may have been a farm girl who seldom wore anything but jeans but they were only an hour and a half drive to San Francisco and less than twenty minutes from Napa. She, like every other woman her age, knew the effect of black yoga pants. Her best pair were a little tight, but wasn’t that the purpose? She quickly pulled them up over her ass and although she felt like she should check herself again for flaws she was out of time. She scurried barefoot back.