I ate her cunt just like I'd learned online in sex sites, taking my time, slow and easy. Her first orgasm came like a volcano her whimpering and bucki...g, but I continued to lick her pussy just as she liked. Then the second and third orgasm washed over her, each coming faster then the one before. I lifted myself and got between her thighs, having already pulled my gym shorts off as I ate her; pressing the head of my cock against her wet slit and the head popped in, and I arched and pushed. I checked it by pulling away as much as the train wall would let me, but no, that bum pushed back against my hardening cock. The lady just looked back over her shoulder and smiled, put a finger to her lips to mime a shush sound. After a while I was as hard as a rock and getting uncomfortable, after all my cock was being squeezed between two very taught bum cheeks. The lady must have worked out and I was having very erotic day dreams. I was brought out of my dream when I felt a hand slide. Feeling empty, frustrated, Barbara drifted off to troubled sleep, wondering if and when she would ever let Brad touch her again.It was the evening of the third day when the hot tightness of her cunt was driving her mad. Barbara sat at the desk, tapping one end of the pencil lightly against the padded desktop. Christina had gone in the kitchen to brew more coffee. Above her the large clock ticked maddeningly, making her want to scream. But no, she had to keep her composure. What would Christina. My cock deeply embedded—I knew was pressing from the inside against her clit and completely filling her womb. My full, swollen ball sack pushed tight against her pussy lips. I could keep up this rocking, fucking motion all night.Thirty minutes passed. The candles burned low. I poured more oil on my hands, leaned over and massaged her back and shoulders. Twenty more minutes passed. The rocking, the gentle massaging, she was like a liquid human she was so relaxed.The next five minutes, her tone.