He releases me and says hello, we close the door and now the fun is about to begin.As soon as the door closes I grab him and pull him into me whisperi...ng in his ear that I need him now. I plant a kiss on him and begin to rub his crotch pleasantly surprised to feel his cock pressing back against my hand. We kiss for a minute and then while I work to free his now rock hard cock from his jeans. As I work it from his jeans I stroke it using his pre-cum as lube, it's clear we are both acting on our. And your doubts are right. You look through the porthole and by the large window you see a person. This person is a girl, but her disposition is unusually unhappy. She doesn't seem interested in the view outside or the fact that she is in a train car that in the whole is a very fast, Bullet Train heading for Neo-Francisco. That one girl you saw in the last compartment is actually me. But there was a time that I wasn't her, happy without a care in the world, on this train heading for. I realized he was about to shoot his cum. I almost shouted, “Yaar, please do not cum in her pussy – you guys are not using condoms – she may become mother of your child!” But he had reached a point ahead! He was unable to stop and continued stroking with full force and suddenly began getting convulsions arising out of his discharge. He still did not withdraw and continued to release his full load into her pussy. My wife was also having her orgasm and was fully enjoying the feel of the hot cum. Thankfully it didn't appear anyone had. That would be great for business. "Say Mary, remember that black butch in the tuxedo at the Symphony? She was jerking on the artificial bulge in her pants right in front of everyone." I mean, I am comfortable with who I am, I like me and usually I think "To Hell with you" when people look down at me. Still, I had been a little over the top and I was glad it had gone undetected.People were standing and applauding. Automatically I was on my feet with them..