Sloane heard the sound of skin on skin slapping followed by the girl’s cry.“I’m trying Daddy! Your dick is too big!” The girl cried out.“Try...harder or I’m gonna fuck you in the ass.” Jack growled.“Oh Daddy, please don’t! Please! I’m trying! I’m trying!” The girl replied.Sloane didn’t know which were louder, the girl’s cries or the squeaking of the bed springs. One thing was for sure, there was a river of juice flowing out of her pussy.The girl let out a loud cry of surprise and Sloane leaned. He slid to the floor, kneeling at the altar of that old sofa, easing his left hand along her inner leg till it got to her crutch, her pubic hair, her wet slot of life, her eyes closed, he hoped in extasy!Her mind reeling, what was she doing, letting his hand, this young boys hand, touch her where only her hubby, doctor and the midwife had been since she was married all those years ago… But he did not deserve to have her that chess playing misery at home, he deserved to worry… Yes, it was. As I gently nibbled my way up towards his aching length, I could smell the sweetness of my sex on his skin. He moaned as I finally closed my lips around his head, savouring our mingled taste. He was hot and hard and silky smooth all at the same time, as I worked my tongue up and down his length. I could feel my juices start to flow again, aroused by the simple act of giving him head, and moved one hand down to my wet heat to tease gently. He propped himself up higher on the bed so he could. The entire train car was watching and laughing at them, and a few were throwing face to the wind and attempting to join them. Even the singer was failing at trying not to laugh as she scatted.On the lower level, a retired kindergarten teacher was in the private lounge, reading stories to the train's younger population. Some grateful parents were sitting in there enjoying seeing their kids having fun and making the best of a bad situation. Other parents were on the upper level, taking glee in.