I didn’t feel I was in a position to argue so I laid back and let her ride me. As I savored the feeling of her tight pussy riding my shaft my head ...as spinning with questions. How does she know it’s safe? What if she’s wrong? What if she gets knocked up? What would my parents think? What would I do!? But all that melted away as I felt the pleasure spread through my body. After letting her ride me for awhile I wanted to take control so I laid her on her back and resumed my thrusting. I. The hot water cascaded down her body in steamy rivulets, like a hot stone massage. She and Clarence had had one earlier. She wasn’t fond of strangers touching her; Sean had felt the sting of that mistake, but with Clarence there, it had been almost pleasant. She paid particular attention to her knees and elbows, the areas that always seemed to be the roughest. The loofah seemed to do a good job of exfoliating, making her skin feel soft and fresh. The shower had a nice bench built in, a place. All they had to ride in were coaches. I did buy a first-class ticket so that I would get a cushioned place to sit. The second-class seats were plain wood, and I was not looking to traveling over a hundred miles on one of them, much less trying to sleep on one.I climbed aboard and found a seat that I did not have to share. I was facing toward the engine and was looking out the window. I guess I had as good a seat as you could hope for if what you wanted to do was look at scenery. Frankly, I did. ”“Why?” he asked. Not seeing an advantage of being able to see ahead when the thing flipped over through the loops or dropped down on the steep hills. “Because if you’re down the back, you can get covered in spit from the screaming and even puke if someone upfront gets sick,” I gleefully informed him. He paled at this information, and Kim giggled in front of us. Justin’s evil chuckle had Kim and me in hysterics. I was starting too really like my cousins. Let’s just say, James, became firmly.