It felt so good you begin to rock a bit, trying not to be obvious, but my cock slides in and out a bit as you rock.Your pussy is so wet, and I feel yo...ur body shake a bit, your pussy grasping my cock, and your hand goes to your mouth as you cum. I am afraid that my cock, balls and pants are a bit wet. Mmm I wish I could fuck you with wild abandon.As the next stop approaches, you watch and as the passengers shuffle out, and new ones come in, you seize this opportunity you bounce up and down a few. The thick staff projected out from a dark, hairy nest and she could see below his swollen balls. His cockflesh was pink but she didn't realize that it's colour was due to the chafing tightness of her sister's cuntal and anal passages nor would it have dawned on her that his equipment was sensitized by his illicit encounter.John ogled his wife as eagerly as she studied him, his eyes jumping back and forth between her huge, heavy creamy breasts and furry triangle of her mons. He took in her tall. She was pressing my face on her boobs. It was the memorable time. My hands went down and started to pull her petticoat down. She stopped me and said don’t pull it down. She took it upwards. If someone comes she might get ready in quick time and open the door. I removed her panties and I started fingering her. She was holding my hands very tight and her nails were hurting me. She was so seduced that I could see her face going wild..Now the room was filled with noises. We both were out of. At least, that was how he justified taking so many lives.He wondered how it felt to die. He wondered if it would feel at all or if the end was just a miasma of pain and then nothing. As a boy he’d tortured and killed bugs and animals, trying to feel something. Anything. Trying to watch as the bugs and animals died, hoping he’d uncover some secret.He never did. He watched the dogs and cats and rabbits squirm and squeal. Watched them burn and bleed. Death fascinated him. He always hoped something.