...I read my book, a dirty novel, which got me a little excited, and the movement of the train made it more difficult to ignore the fact my pussy was ...etting hotter and wetter. I shuffled in my seat the press my knickers harder up against my clit, creating a friction that made me hotter and more slippery. I brushed my fingers over my nipples, spread my legs a little and shut my eyes to bring up images that would suit my mood.As I lay back, I must have dozed off as I woke up when the train hit a. “How about a cup of tea?” she suggests. “My place?” “That would be nice.” He walks with her into her apartment. Ellenor kicks off her shoes. “What a relief!” she says. “One more minute in these and I would have had to amputate my feet!” “Mind if I take off mine?” says Sam, and puts his red purse on the little table in her hall. “Sure, make yourself comfortable,” she says, and walks into the kitchen. Sam sits down at the kitchen table, is unusually quiet while she tells him about her night.. Then as she relaxed into the feeling it suddenly intensified, and before she knew it she had to let go of the vibrator. She grabbed hold of the pillow with both hands, as the main orgasm hit her. John could see his mum kneeling on the bed with her bum towards him. The cock thing was sticking out of her bum, and she was gasping and moaning again. The orgasm was making her shake her arse from side to side. However the vibrator was in so deep, that it didn’t fall out, no matter how much his mum. I learned later that it had been Rebecca’s idea to build the little house around that tree trunk. Seemed pretty clever when I thought about it. Chet had thought she was crazy, but went along with it. Rosie was particularly proud of the creativity her mother had shown.Chet told me that they were still keeping watch for Indians, but they no longer had a lookout posted at night. “We’re too spread out.”He was right; it was a tactical problem. It would take the Army five scouts, riding perimeter..