At that time, Eva, my Swedish regular lay had gone back home and I had my eye in Muriel, a sweet looking French girl who had just arrived with her bro...her and her best friend Veronique in tow. Every Tuesday evening we had a volleyball tourney between several teams and this one particular Tuesday in mid-April was brutally hot, so afterwards the two volunteer teams headed for the beach. I, like some others, headed to my room to get my bathing suit, and when I got to the beach saw the usual. As the train carried on, I allowed the natural swaying of the carriage to permit me one or two exploratory brushes with the back of my hand and fingers. It was definitely what I suspected and whats more, it seemed to me to be developing into something altogether more noticeable. I could now tell that his cock was hanging loosely down his right leg he was obviously wearing boxer shorts. For some inexplicable reason, I imagined that they were pale blue. At the next stop of the train, all. Susan suddenly let out a loud grunt and I noticed he had come into her hungry mouth. At same time she pushed her hips up, to meet his fingers working hard into her wet cunt. She cried loud and she then relaxed.I thought they both were done, but I was wrong.As soon as the pool guy recovered a bit; he quickly spun Susan around and pushed his cock all the way into her slippery wet pussy from behind.She gasped and cried, as he began to fuck her hard and fast again…After just then minutes fucking in. What? What could she be missing? Her dreams would grow unsettled on such occasions and her curiosity wane, and she would think of home if only for a moment… ‘Home?’ she say to herself bitterly, then truth would return. She never wanted to go back there, up there behind the wall of trees and back into the darkness, of that much she was certain. But… why did she feel so incomplete? Sometimes when she and Jimmy walked around in town together they’d sit on a park bench by the river and watch the.