The driver had reached in and was pulling my out legs first, I had consented to be fucked and there was no way of stopping this. My feet touched the s...ndy ground and the driver reached down, grabbed the hem of my cotton print and pulled it up under my bared breasts, turned me and bent me over the back seat.I could only imagine what the guard was looking at for the first time in his life a white woman's ass, and pinkish slit, which the driver was pulling apart, and the unthinkable that I thought. The music was blasting and Tommy was MILF fucking.He gyrated his hips and the way she was hanging she would swing by her arms and legs as far as Tommy would let her. He thrust forward with his hands around her rump.He leaned forward and spit in her face. H e spit again and again trying to hit her right in the eye.Her face was dripping spit. I liked the look. I call it the Saliva Look. YEHAW. Fuck her doggie. Tom’s hips dug in pumping the Bitch.As he pushed forward she screamed like a. And just the right degree of outrageousness to the whole idea.But how was she going to do me? I figured a hand job, with the oversized sleeve of her habit covering it up.But I was underestimating my Clarissa.As the train bounced and heaved, we were all being tossed against each other. Only I noticed that one person kept bumping me in what you might call a most intriguing way.Standing as we were, Clarissa's ass was perfectly aligned with my crotch. Every lurch had her butt bopping me. In no time. By this time the older man had unbuttoned her white blouse, and pulled it apart, showing her bra below. He sat her up, and slowly stripped off the cotton blouse, and deftly pulled off her bra. Her titties jiggled a little bit as he laid her back down again. She started crying as he reached for her skirt.Mr. Ferguson rolled her over on her side to unzip the dress from the back, and through her tears she saw a brown stain right below her bum, one that matched the yellow one on the front.Oh she.