” he said, and Jim looked at him questioningly. “I kind of liked it.”Jim wasn’t surprised; Gretel seemed to have a fetish for it. His wife wou...ld never have done it that was for sure. “Have you done that to Loretta?” he asked.“No sir, I don’t know if she wants me to.” he replied, studying the rifle coming out of its case.“See that you do.” Jim replied, wanting his wife to experience everything he did.James was done with that conversation, receiving more information than he wanted, “Ok then, we. Oily fingers jiggled James cock until it was positioned just between Margaret’s pussy lips.“Right, chocks away!” She laughed.The girls let go of Margaret, immediately she sunk down onto James’s cock in one quick movement, she gave out a muffled scream, his thick shaft went straight through her hymen, it’s always been said the longer a girl hangs on to her virginity, the tougher the membrane became. And with the sound of the thud it must have been pretty thick. Even James jumped; not realising. ’ I moaned.‘You like black cocks? Little white sluts like you always like big black cocks.’‘I love them, please let me touch yours.’He puts his knees either side of me, so his cock is near my face, and continues wanking, pulling on his cock really hard. He rubs it all over my tits, slapping them with his thick shaft, then slapping my face. I was aching to put his cock in my mouth, even to just stick out my tongue and lick it, but I had to remember my rules.‘Take it then bitch, wank my big cock. A couple of very young men stood with their mouths wide open, seemingly unaware of this reaction. A middle-aged man grinned and nudged his wife, who looked horrified - but still looked. I stood up, gradually, eventually, relishing the moment, as our train hurtled towards the platform, supplying a fitting soundtrack to my finale. As I stood up straight and pushed out my rock-hard nipples, it burst through the tunnel and stopped.The doors opened and I stepped into the carriage, sitting down.