Something had happened to where they didn't come to my door. I waited till graveyard to call the guard. Well when they did count I wasn't ready and ... was looking at my walk. I only had the underwear on and I was looking back over my shoulder in the mirror. So as I'm looking in the mirror a flashlight passes. I go to the door and this old fat guy with dirty blond hair asked what I was doing a minute ago. I told him I had underwear that didn't fit and could I get some that did. He said he. ..and this place is clean enough. We can even play in the play house...I'll get a old sheet for the bed." I don't-What about your friend?" Francine will be fine. She and our cousins are fan girl-ling over a movie star I've never heard of...they'll be at it for hours." I still think-!" Please John?"There was no winning against her. "Fine."She hugged me and went down stairs for the sheet. I picked up the stuff and put it on the table in the playhouse; laying them out. there was a tool to look at. I shook her shoulders and asked again. Forcing her to look at me. She did not look at me though and still resisted my direct gaze on her and just nodded her head.After hearing this from her, I just got up and left the room. I went to my room and just could not think anything at all. Yes, I had been masturbating almost every night by watching porn movies and/or video/audio/text chatting with some of my friends online and releasing myself. But this was too much for me to take. I could not believe. ‘Is it included in the price?’ he said, his voice muffled.‘I think, given your excellent performance on the first occasion, a second fuck would be appropriate, my darling.’ I looked round the compartment and, seeing no inspiration, said, ‘I suggest like this again, as we have no bed.’‘More work for you, then,’ he replied, his hands moving to my bum as I started to slide backwards and forwards again. We fucked again joyfully, and as we approached the climax I realised that the train had halted..