Money. A single set of steps made off back down the corridor and the Aqua Suite door closed once more. Just She and me. The familiar, dirty alchemy of... base shame transmuted into hot, conflicted pleasure began to bubble somewhere dark inside me. "Down" I fumbled with her single syllable, not knowing quite... "Get down on the floor, I want to climb into my seat. Your back, my step - okay?" she explained with mock patience, a teacher with an awkward adolescent. The clop of a high heel on tile and. This time I was pleasantly surprised to find a group of college students traveling with me. They were about twenty of them in my coach. They appeared to be decent and smart and hence I decided to use my charms on them. I had already caught all of them eying me and my entire bode. Their eyes were just feasting on my body and would have banged me then and there had it not been a train. Anyway I decided to put on a show for them. I was seated near the window after requesting them put up my legs on. I tried to moan but I didn’t seem to have any breath. I felt his hips against my ass and could feel all those loads of cum go deeper inside of me. Two of the guys shot their loads over my back as the limo driver kept his horse sized dick inside of me. Just as quick as he shoved his dick inside of me, he pulled it all the way out and more cum started coming out of my ass as I was able to catch my breath. No sooner had I caught my breath, that the limo driver shoved his cock all the way back. Having been a widow for 4 years, she thought in those 4 years she had been fucked more than all the preceding 50. “Thanks, you bastard”,she thought as she looked at Ollie's picture. He had been killed in a car wreck, drunk driving and some young girl at his side. Ollie was her second husband after marrying Johnathan who had a young son, Rick. Rick was in his late teens when they divorced. Her cell rang, it was Lyndon asking if he could stop by since he would be out of town tomorrow. She denied.