Sullivan."-Ms. Sullivan "Ok ill tell her."-Me "Thanks, bye."-Ms. Sullivan "Bye."-Me I put the phone down "Well now that that is out of the way time to...do what I have been wanting to do for months!"-Me I got my phone and looked through my pictures. I found the right one, the picture was a picture of Elliot in a bikini. I stared at it for a moment then I looked down, an erection was building up. I instantly pulled down my jeans and boxers and jumped on my bed. I continued to look at her wonderful. It was the man who had got on the train earlier. ‘Oh… Uh… Yes… Yes it is.’ Gemma stammered out. A little surprised at being confronted by him. ‘Do you mind if I take a look?’ The man asked, as he moved a bit closer to Gemma and the seats. ‘Sure.’ Gemma said, passing the man the paper. ‘Great.’ To Gemma’s surprise, the man sat down opposite Gemma. Unfolding the paper and flicking to the business section. As Gemma was about to make small talk the steel door whooshed open and the ticket collector. She had a couple hours on me, then. When I left White Mountain, I pushed it pretty good, trying to catch up." Well, now you've run the Iditarod," Kirsten said. "What next?" Go home," Josh said. "The pits will be open by the time I get there, and Bud'll have me running the SD-38s." I don't mean that," Kirsten replied. "Are you going to try it again?" I don't know," Josh said. "I figure that by the time I get home, I'll have spent fifteen thousand dollars to finish out of the money. I'd have had. He pushes in, and you push out, it is becoming even faster now and it is driving you crazy. Your begging has turned to demands “Listen mister… you better fuck me now, here?” You hear a roaring laughter from him, and frankly, it pisses you off. Not literally of course, but you are getting extremely frustrated and want so badly to feel his cock inside of you and ripping you open with a volcano of exploding hot cum. “Please?” you soften your request.It works. He slowly removes the vibrator, and.