He cautiously fed his still limp dick into the hole. "Fucking hell, its like a vacuum cleaner." After 10 minutes of hard sucking he was ready to spew ...his man juice. "I cumming, I'm cumming, fuck! fuck! fuck!... Swallow it all you dirty bitch." I heard Jenny gagging, I could only imagine how much cum had filled her mouth. Three, four and five came and went leaving a new guy as number six. Mid thirties, average looking sort. He seemed a bit nervous but we all talked him around and with our words. Pumping hard, he enjoyed the sensation of her thrashing beneath him, the frantic movements that signified her intense desire for sexual release… and the deprivation of it. Slamming into her body, he could feel her pussy convulsing around him in ready need, clamping down every time he thrust inwards. Enjoying the feel of her velvet walls, he started to take his time with it, drawing out her agony even more as she whimpered and her hips moved. Grinding his crotch against hers he watched as actual. I guess the correct term for someone like me is ‘homichlophobe’… it didn’t matter to me what a fear of fog was called, I just knew I had it. Since I was a kid, in fact — sometimes it was so bad that I had to lock all the doors and windows, and even put towels on the floor so that the fog couldn’t get in under the doors. Thinking about the fog while having to walk in it wasn’t distracting me at all. I wished I could listen to the iPod in my purse, at least that would provide something to think. It's been raining so I have on a long trench coat-just got off of work and I'm wearing my best Italian suit. I can tell by the way you look at me that you like what you see. Suddenly the train pulls out of the station with a jolt-you are knocked slightly off balance-I reach under your jacket and around your waist to steady you pulling you close to me. I look into your eyes and without saying a word-I ask you if I should remove my arm-you give no indication that you want me to remove my arm.