He grabs me at the waist with his front legs and pulls himself into me and begins thrusting at me. I slip a hand between my legs and use it to guide h...m into my cunt. He hits home then immediately and thrusts deep into me and two thrusts later was deeply embedded inside me. He repositioned himself momentarily on me and started the urgent, nearly frantic fucking that is so a dog’s style. A style that a man cannot duplicate. Not really. And I love the difference and especially a dog I know and. More and more often when I go to the gym, I hope he is there also. We talk to each other longer and longer. About work, politics, social issues, films, the weather, art, family. Steven talks extensively about his c***dhood in Nigeria and how he ended up in the Netherlands.I regularly invite him to dinner at my place. He doesn't say no, but we don't come to an agreement. I give him my business card with my phone number and email address. He never uses it. My work is taking up more and more of my. At the next stop 3 married women got in. They were all middle aged and in sarees, must have been between 30-35 I guess. Since there was nothing too interesting in the group I let my mind drift to other things. After a few minutes I felt something on my right hand. I had been using it to hold on to a strap (those hanging things we use to hold on in buses or trains). This was unusual because the train was still pretty much empty. So I looked up and saw that one of the women had put her hand. I felt his cock jab my insides and I moaned out, covering my mouth, surprised at the volume that escaped my throat. Riding Jason, I was in heaven. I felt myself getting turned on more every time I grinded down on his cock. I could feel myself getting wetter each time he pushed himself inside me. I fought back the urge to moan, pant and gasp whenever I felt his cock push against my insides. I wanted to be loud... I wanted to scream out... I wanted to get thrown around. To bad we didn't have the.