”“How about you?” I questioned back to her.“Not yet,” She replied.I was feeling some uneasiness in my pants as she kept smiling at me. Sudde...ly the door flung open, pushing her off it. She slipped and was about to fall off onto the floor, out of the train. As I realized the situation and responded quickly. I flung my arms around her hips, pulling her up into my tight embrace.She wrapped her arms tightly around me as her round breasts pressed themselves hard onto my chest. I felt my cock sprung. “Let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll make you a nice cup of coffee.”Timothy could soon hear the women chattering in the kitchen, and turned his attention to Julia.The girl was still standing by the door, looking around nervously. She was about the same height as Timothy, with beautiful brown eyes, smooth olive skin, and cherry red lipstick. She wore her hair short, with an assortment of cute butterfly pins.Timothy marveled at the girl’s slender legs, clad in charcoal stockings, and caught himself. My parents owned a dairy farm in the southernmost part of Sweden. They also bred pigs, since the yield from the cows alone wasn't enough to sustain us. For reasons of convenience, I still lived with my parents. Work was only 2 km away and I had half the house to myself. My boyfriend, who lived in the next town, came to visit as often as possible. We usually spent our time fucking away like rabbits, morning, day and night. We tried almost everything, every hole, every position. Even a little WS. You stroke it harder and faster. Like you were trying to get a cock ready to fuck you. Your breathing gets quicker. A quick glance shows that your juices are now running off the edge of the chair and dripping on the floor. "Hey, you!" I call out to your ex. "Did you ever make her fucking hot like that?" as I point to the puddle on the floor. He shakes his head with his mouth hanging open. No one in the room is even pretending not to watch you now. "I think it's time for you to get.