I guess to its managers, this was still the Super Chief and had to get through. It was nice to be on a train that wasn’t being whacked with the mall...ts of freight operators pissed off that Amtrak got to compete with them with faster trains paying lower trackage fees.I was right. The connecting bus was a Greyhound. It was one of those beat up MCI coaches that really looked like it was five years overdue for a needed scrapping, let alone retirement, from what was supposed to be the premier bus. I knew I'd have to move fast if I had a chance with her, before someone else beat me to her. I had to think quickly and act appropriately or I wouldn't have a chance with her. I knew that just lying there wouldn't attract her, she wouldn't give me a second look. So, I decided to go back to the beach house and put together a few items to entice her. I quickly scrambled back to the house, leaving my blanket on the beach. I grabbed a bottle of Scotch, an ice bucket and two glasses and rushed back. “Oh my God!” I groaned through a mouthful of sweaty brown cock, as his finger twisted and turned inside my soaking wet pussy. “You English women like that? Don’t you?” He asked in-between heavy gasps, “You love being fucked at both ends…don’t you?” I was now nearly bent double as I twisted to accommodate a second finger in my hot pussy as I tried my best to get his cock down my throat. My head was bobbing like a sewing-machine as I desperately tried to make him cum. “Your husband hasn’t. “Oh yes, I’d do anything for you… “ I managed to squeeze out between her thrusts as my tongue darted in and around her clit.“Oh that‘s right,” she muttered. “I’ll take you and use you until I’m done with you. You’re my little fuck slave.”I could only nod in agreement as her pussy ground into my lips and gums.“Mmmhmm… I want to see you play with yourself,” she demanded as her head twist to look behind her. “Stroke that tiny cock.“She enjoyed watching me masturbate and I knew that it would bring.