Chris’ muscular ass was soon pumping up and down with the power and rhythm of one of those nodding-jenny oil wells that used to dot the American lan...dscape, drawing a constant accompaniment of oohs and aahs from Jill. Her legs locked around her boyfriend’s torso in a symbolic act of submission and ownership. The red stockings forming a red band around Chris’s midriff until he lifted Jill’s legs up and over his shoulders so that he could get even deeper into my wife’s body. His long, fat cock. She's hugging me, rocking back and forth with me and she's terrified. Because I'm supposed to be strong. I'm supposed to be the strong one. And I've only ever cried in front of her a few times, but they were never like this. My eyes are streaming and hot, and sobs are racking my body so hard they're like blows. And I just thank God I'm not making a sound, just these wet gasping noises when I have to breathe.Carly's stroking my hair and making soothing noises, but her heart's beating so fast I. I like to look at people and especially women waiting for someone to sit in the carriage with whom I can turn my thoughts into fantasy for the short amount of time that my train journey takes. And then I will take my leave and enter the toilet cubicle to masturbate over my thoughts. I am but eighteen myself and travelling home today to the empty flat where I live alone. The train, as usual on this line in peak hours, is crammed, in the manner of a sardine can. It is an evening like any other. * The music changed in the club, and he could feel everyone's attention shift to the stage. He felt his eyes drawn, almost like an X was marking the spot to where he should be looking. He saw a movement behind the curtain, and waited, expectantly. His eyes and mind could not prepare him for the next sight he was to see. A girl, filled with gorgeous curves and plump red lips, made her way out on to the stage. Hell, he couldn't call her a girl – she was all woman. The black high heels elongated.