However, I do periodically find myself remembering this eventful time in my life and when I slip back to when it all happened, I find myself wishing i... would somehow materialize again or that I could somehow go back and relive the experience. When it does creep back into my thoughts, I find myself going back to that fateful time in my life, revisiting the experience, thinking about what actually took place but because I have mixed feeling about what happened, I eventually wish again to forget. " She gave him an appraising look and continued, "Of course, the best place to eat in this town is on the east side, barbeque to die for and authentic Dixie swamp blues. But that's a drive from here, I'd have to give you directions and we all know how men are about directions!" Her voice and face gave him mixed signals -- part humor, part challenge. Fred decided to let the insult to his gender slide. Barbeque and blues sounded good to him, and since Sharon's car was closer than his. The pleasure he gave and gave, pushed her over the limit. Cumming, spilling a light cream from herself, she was quiet except for the breathing. Moving 69 to her, he gave her his beautiful cock. She took it, ready to give him some. He let her have it for just a moment. Taking it from her, he moved to his feet, grabbing her hips, pulling her ass to him. He covered his cock with warming gel, sunk his slick finger in her tight ass and entered, pushing her down. Rising on all fours, she pushed back. I wanted to scream out loud from the pleasure this man and his cock had given me. I could however only take a deep breath and let it out, as his cock continued to be deep inside me. I didn’t want to stand up nor did I want his dick to leave my pussy, but I had to, my station was next. As the train came into the station I stood up, covering him for a second so he could put his cock back in his pants. I then started to move towards exiting the train. I wanted to look at him once again. I wanted.