‘Daddy calls me Elizabeth when he’s cross with me. But most of the time he calls me Lizzie.’ Then she beamed. ‘What’s yours?’ ‘I’m Mar...aret,’ Mog reluctantly admitted, before uncharacteristically opening up. ‘People call me Mog, even when they ARE cross with me, which is most of the time.’ Lizzie grinned. ‘You lost your ski this morning. We saw it drop. My daddy’s name is Paul. He’s ever so clever. I have to go now. Cheerio.’ ‘Bye…’ Mog said, watching as the brat sped off effortlessly to catch. " She said this in a matter of fact way she then continued with, "I also have a wide range of genital coverings to simulate those opening that you wish to pretend aren't in use." I remembered Sue-Li and her 'covers' and nodded."Yes, I've seen one before, they're very realistic" At her surprised look I added, "I met up with Elizabeth and her charge." Oh so you're the person who supplied her with Little Cat, she's a lovely little thing, she enjoyed her fitting so much that she came twice.". I buried into hers, savoring her pleasure spilling over me. The fury vanished from her face. Now it all a woman’s passion.“Your dick!” she moaned. “Your dick has defeated me! Yes, yes, yes, cum in me! Spurt your seed into my pussy, warrior!”I grinned and slammed to the hilt in her cunt, her hot flesh convulsing around me. That wonderful, massaging delight of her pussy swelled the ache at the tip of my dick. I threw back my head and howled out in rapture.“Las’s big cock!”I fired my cum into. We had closed to 5 – 6 more encounters in the train throughout the journey. And once we were about to reach our destination, she came up with an idea and I shocked to hear as well as happy. She said let’s call our respective families and inform that the train is late by one day. We are still in Kolkata.And when I asked her, what we will do for the day, she said we will book a hotel near the railway station and then do what we have done all these days when we were alone. I was happy enough to.