He stood on the track bed, now devoid of weeds, with sleepers and ballast taking their place, just looking, saying nothing, his face revealing his fee...lings. He nodded his head. ‘This Abby, is how a station should look. Great Western, through and through.’ They had discussed the informative signs and pictorials that would go into the station. He had obtained official and unofficial photographs and had these blown up and printed on board. From the cavernous boot of the Rolls Royce he now produced. To satisfy men and their every yearning and philosophy. Clothed in nothing but his loose-fitting underwear that held close and delicately his buttocks behind, Brandon went down on his knees before her and gazed straight into her eyes. What would you like to have for a speedy stimulant before we get started with the fuck-making business for the night, my enchanting sweet pie? She did not take an instant to contemplate the response to that. It was already out of her mouth by the time that. Plus it could be jammed between some furniture, so I could take it on in doggy style....it was marvelous....that went on for a few years, alternating in secret and hiding between the dong and shovel handle...until I started reading about fisting in those stories. It was described at a very realistic and extreme level, and the accompanying pics to the stories of tied up slaves receiving fists stuffed wrist deep into their cunts with the looks of pain on the receivers faces really got it going. After a very minutes Dawn said sit back and watch. With that she pushed forward putting Jim’s cock deep inside her. With his balls slapping her ass they fu*ked for what must have been an hour I could never get enough of the smell, the sound or the sight of them fu*king. It was amazing watch her face and to listen to her telling him what to do next to her. I was jerking my hard cock and thinking Oh my God this cant be real, it must be a wet dream. I could watch as Jim’s balls tighten and then he.