I can assure you that it's absolutely delicious." You want me to?" Jill said, dazed... confused... hungry... ashamed... lustful... bewildered...."I'm ...in charge now," Chelsea clarified. "And you, my darling Mommy, are bottom bitch. Now crawl over here and serve your daughter, serve your new Mistress." Mistress?" Jill said, a word she hadn't heard in a long time, although she read it lots in the lesbian porn she often read, where younger girls seduced and dominated women she pictured as. You turned away from me, lifted your coat and skirt, then sat down squarely on my throbbing cock. I sank easily between your soft, wet lips and you immediately began to grind against me. You pulled your coat around you to hide my hands groping at your heaving tits. You leaned your head back on my shoulder as I fucked you. The rocking motion of the train provided even more motion for us. The crowd of people just a few feet away, ignored us completely as we worked towards our mutual satisfaction.. My greedy mouth reached down and starts sucking on her breasts, moving from one to the other, muzzling them, licking and sucking. " I'm going to have bruises there," she thought fuzzily. " She is enjoying the feeling of my mouth on her breasts but she knows she is going to have bruises. Then I start to fuck her again. Wasn't once enough. Apparently not, because she feels my rhythm building bouncing her up and down, while she clung desperately, clutching onto me for all she is worth as that. You put your hands just under my arms and lay me down… You start to open the buttons on the front of my dress from the bottom and I undo them from the top. I want you to see all of me in the moonlight. I can feel the fine drizzle fall softly against my skin as the dress falls open. You lean forward and kiss my belly, kissing and licking the wetness from my skin as you travel up towards my breasts. My heart pounding, my breath almost gasping in anticipation. My thighs part as your hand travels.