She made her feel things she could not explain, things that felt so very wonderful; the racing of her heart when Dysea was so close to her, the smell ...of her sweet blood in her veins; and the almost completely uncontrollable urge to have this she-elf taste her in a way no one ever had, and for Isabella to return that. She found herself wondering what Dysea tasted like more and more now, especially since she would watch Dysea return from her morning runs in wolf form and sink into the cool water. The stop is hardly a station at all. The train stops in the middle of the city, people climb on, and off you go. Some people got off but a whole lot got on, returning from a gambling trip and heading home. Most had bleary eyes from staring at the slots all night long.Lunch was served right after Reno. We started climbing into the Sierra and soon were in the snow covered mountains. It was a winter wonderland, the firs and pines covered with new snow, occasionally the train would cause a branch. ..my cock hardens again! Another photo, this one her legs are spread nice and wide with her fingers holding her pussy open...mmmm. Of course i text her back & encourage her with what i intend doing to her when i get home. Just about a minute later, another photo. This one she has her fingers exploring her wet pussy. By this time i'm sitting there trying to conceal my bolging and now leaking cock. What a naughty naughty girl, i was loving my private little show!The next message had 3 more. “I dressed for you today,” I said and he squeezed my hand, pulling me to him, his hand at my waist. “Ready for another lesson?” I nodded and opened my legs. His hand was under my dress, up my thigh, reaching the heart of me. He took in a breath as he found my nakedness. “That’s nice,” he smiled and smoothed my little wet cunt. I shivered and closed my eyes. His hand was so warm on me. “You have a beautiful cunt, Sherry.” I shivered again as he felt me and fingered my wet cunt lips…my.