His voice was now dark, husky and deep. I wanted to be his trash. He started rubbing his cock and looking at my pussy, he wanted it, I could see it in...his eyes, he looked like the boys at school looked when we went parking on Friday night. He pulled my skirt up, rubbing the throbbing head of his dick against my juicy lips. I started to ache, trying to back onto his cock, I just wanted it inside of me, within every inch off me. He backed away, and I sighed in frustration. He laughed, wrapping. She was wearing her white frilly knickers and as it was a lovely hot summer day she wore a short skirt and low cut top. She settled into her seat in train and didn’t take much notice of the older man sitting opposite her. Amy was feeling very relaxed and looking forward to the weekend and soon she had dozed off into a light sleep. She woke after a while and noticed the old man looking down at the crotch. She soon realised that her legs had parted and her skirt had risen up. Her first reaction. That caused her to relax her grip, and I stood up, stretching my back, as I drew my shirt over my head, and returned to the clinch. She pushed me away, grasping the hem of her own shirt, drawing it up her taut belly, over her braless breasts, and then, shaking her head, cleared the shirt and tossed it away.I stood still, admiring her medium sized tits, her erect nipples, and the gentle sway of her breasts with each breath. She grinned at me, and cupped her breasts, offering them to my gaze.. She didn’t even wait for me to ask. “Four times!”, she spat at me, and tried to pull her hands away. “But it’s none of your…” Before she could say another word I had spun her around and had her pressed against the wall, wrists above her head, in the same position as before. And this time, with my free hand I pulled her pants down before I spanked her. She cried out, “No!”, as she felt them being jerked past her hips and allowed to fall around her knees, and she struggled to free her wrists from.