Then there were cramps in my abdomen, cramps that made Diane's cramps seem like child's play. I gasp with their intensity. Then they passed. "Please."...I moaned in English, "Don't leave, I've got to go back." My back was still killing me. The man in the passenger seat turned and said something in Spanish. "I don't understand Spanish. You're going to have to talk to me in English" I replied. "Consuelo, what is wrong, why are you acting so odd?" The woman ask switching to English. "We've got to go. “I doubt that. No one got on at the last station so the Guard won’t be coming to check tickets. I bet there is hardly any one else left on this train now.So Tom unzips his flies, slides his hands inside and pulls out his cock which is only semi hard due to being constrained in his pants"Oh My God! It's huge and it is not fully hard." She screeches. "It's so much bigger than my boyfriends. It must be nearly a foot long! And such a big fucking girth. It reminds me of Danny’s cock” says the girl. ” I looked at Carla. “Where can we hide?” Carla asked. I glanced over at the truck parked by the gas pump. I knew kidnapping a women was considered big news and there would be interviews with a frantic mother and soon everyone would be on the lookout for me. Carla's face and the sketch of me would be on television and in newspapers. I looked at Carla's frightened face and wondered if I had made a huge mistake taking her, but also knew I was falling in love with her. “I think I know where. At times poor Greg at a loss to know who he was. When he was with Sophie, he was Greg, and when he was with me, he was Scott, and sometimes, he was both. Something we girls appreciated.Sue and Paul were calling in on the weekends, often staying overnight. With the two boys overseeing the building work, Sue and I would often rekindle the feelings we'd had earlier, Sophie joining with us. Our fun doing nothing more than keeping our seemingly perpetual lust for our men folk to the fore.After what.