The Chunnel train was very comfortable. About fifteen minutes after we left the station our waiter/porter announced, "Luncheon is served."We all sat a...t small tables surrounded by four wing backed lounge chairs. The waiter had four place settings and shrimp cocktails on each table.I sat with Cynthia, Neil and Salina. The waiter then brought soup and sandwiches. We had ice cream for desert.After lunch we made the entrance to the Chunnel. We played bridge while we were in the Chunnel. We barely. She, she could easily say that I was enjoying a video watching my cock bandaged and soaked in blood on the verge of exploding, in those moments I was masturbating slowly, focusing on my penis; I had the impression that it was also at those times that my mother irritated me the most.Then an idea occurred to me, I kept it in my head for a few days, hoping to get over it, but I didn't. So, I took my courage with both hands, one night when we were masturbating together:“What we do here has become. Sara knelt down in front of me and pulled my jeans off. She then slid my undies down my legs stopping at my ankles, she couldn't even wait for me to get them off before she dived mouth first onto my stiff member. She started nice and slow working the head of my penis with her tongue, while slowly wanking my shaft. Her head started bobbing faster, as the blowjob proceeded to get really sloppy. She stopped, looked down at my knob, then spat on it and took my rod back into her warm mouth. I. There had been two or three we had met, though, all of whom I'd been certain my mom would marry. After that third one (who I really liked) I even asked her why she didn't make him my step-dad."I'm not in the marrying-business, not anymore," she just said. And that was that.Her reaction to my fight and subsequent suspension and broken arm went along the same lines. "Well," she said in her dry voice, "at least you've managed to teach your sister a valuable lesson about men. Let me take a look...".