So well, with flow, not any bickering, except about adding peppers, I hate them, but he loves them, I won that though. He put it on plates, and we sat...at the dining room table across from one another. As cliche as it sounds, I did in fact stare into his blue eyes, as we ate. I couldn't stop looking at him. He was all mine. Finally, all mine. "Brandon, I've never been so happy, in all my life." "Good, I'm glad. I love that you're here," he slurped spaghetti after saying that. It was so cute, so. " Alright then Peaches," he said, "what is you name?" Holly" I said."But Holly is your costume name, what's your real name." Of, I said, smiling, I hadn't thought of that. I guess you can call me...Tiffani, with an 'i'." Alright Tiffani, with a an 'i' , I think it's my duty to warn you that you are scaring me." Oh sweetie," I pouted, "don't forget, I did this all for you."Fuck him, I thought, he got me into this, so I'll make him squirm."You're right," he said, "I'm sorry." That's okay Michael.. I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached down and pulled up his cock and lowed myself onto it. I felt his massive member slip easily into my waiting pussy.I started to raise and lower myself, allowing his hard cock to slide in and out of me. We started slowly at first but quickly picked up the pace. Soon his cock was pumping in and out of me in a furious rate, God it felt so good.It wasn’t long until I was screaming as my orgasm overtook me. I’m sure someone had to hear me but I didn’t really care. It left the snow covered scene feeling empty and lonely; the Broadway Limited thundered on through the night, an irresistible force that would take an act of god to stop. Trains are nothing if not dramatic.With that, the driver of the car turned his key, waited for a light to go off, and turned it some more. The clattering racket of a small Diesel engine starting up finally punctured the eerie silence that had come to fill the void once the train was out of earshot. With slow, practiced, and.