George lay back taking in all the wondrous fantasy of this erotic scene. He let his finger find its way to her hot, wet, oozing cunt. With the fullest...vigor he added two more of his thick pudgy fingers. They felt an incredible heat and he moved them in every way possible.Faster and faster they melted together. Their mounting ecstasy was unbelievably intense. Cindy muffled her desire to scream."Yes, yes, shove that prick into me. I can feel it's so hard, so hard," she whispered.Cindy slid her. He was with a bunch of other passengers; there were several busses. He was with Sharon’s kids; he had arranged with an Amtrak representative to get them two rooms at the Holiday Inn.He didn’t want to get a hotel room and go to sleep. He wanted to get to the fucking hospital. He wanted to go see Akilah and find out how she was. He wanted to relieve Miguel and find out what was happening with Sharon. And then he wanted to figure out who the fuck derailed the train he was on, find them, and kick. He smiled, and leaned over to kiss me. Then he leaned down towards my neck, and began licking it slowly."What are you doing?" I wondered, as I giggled."Licking you," he confessed.I just giggled some more, and let him have some fun with his tongue. He got close, and I felt that he had wood."You find something you like down there?" he pondered."Maybe," I let him know."Do you mind, if I take my fiancé to bed?" he inquired."I'd like nothing better," I told him.He picked me up, with my legs in one. Each time, Martha Jane would show up on time and we'd fix dinner for each other, clean up, do a little homework, and then undress each other in the tiny bedroom. Soon the room echoed with our sighs and moans, our whispers of pleasure and lust. The only sex we had outside that bedroom was the one time Martha Jane showed up at our place one rare Saturday afternoon when I had not been shipped off to relatives for the weekend. Martha Jane had iced tea with Mom and chatted a short time, and told my.