Auch wenn diese schon lange aus der Mode wahren, liebte sie diese Schuhe. Socken trug sie keine. Sie trägt ihre Buffalos ausschliesslich ohne Socken....Melanie wusste nicht warum, aber sie liebte das Gefühl wenn ihre schönen Füsschen nackt in diesen Schuhen steckten. Sie fühlte sich sexy dabei.Sie saß im letzten Abteil und war froh dass sie das Abteil für sich alleine hatte. Doch das änderte sich schon an der ersten Haltestelle nach Frankfurt. Eine Dreiergruppe Frauen stieg ein. Meli musterte sie. Finally, Sammy decided she had to try to get the conversation started."Dave, I want to tell you... some... things. But... I want to ask you first... are you still mad at me? I know I pissed you off, when I got mad about your date with Leticia. I'm really sorry I did that."She paused and waited gingerly for the explosion from Dave."No, I'm not mad," Dave said, with obvious relief in his voice. "I thought you were still mad at me, for getting upset about you... living... with Bobby."Sammy visibly. Pumping hard he fucks your face roughly, his balls slapping your chin. Then he’s gone, pulled out. His hands roughly knead your tits, pushing you further back into the chair. Your hands are bound behind, but luckily not in pain. He pushes your legs apart, and then his fingers are in you. His lips find your clit. He flips your legs over his shoulders, his finger buzz-sawing in and out of your cunt, his lips and tongue mauling your lips and clit. Your stomach knots and you feel the release from. Her calves touched, her knees touched, and the tops of her thighs kissed each other. "We're in your way aren't we?" I looked up into her eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back. Her skin was flawless, her lips full and her blue eyes sparkled as she replied. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said quietly as she squatted down to retrieve something from the bottom shelf, turning slightly as she did. I moved back out of her way, and there it was again. The Bottom. Perfectly curved and firm, almost inviting me -.