Sitting up, she turned, placed her feet on the floor, and ran her hands over her face. I sat up, and wrapped my arms around her from behind, doing my ...best to ignore the nasty looking scar that jagged its way from shoulder to waist across her back. The war had been hard on her, and I found myself wondering how much a toll it had taken. Would we be able to be together?A horrible thought stabbed me. Had she really come back to me, or was this a one time thing? Her next words confirmed my suddenly. His stream is getting weaker but she’s already soaked. The harsh smell of his afternoon coffee piss fills the air clouding their nostrils.“Why…why did you pee on me daddy?” Amy asks involuntarily rubbing her pussy while eyeballing Steve’s cock. “Well honey, I saw you enjoying yourself so much and looking so beautiful doing it that I got carried away.” Steve pulls off his shirt. “Come here” he says as he wraps his arms around her warm messy smelly body. Her skin is already turning sticky in. I kept a focus on his cock, trying to pretendthere wasn't a man attached. It was his hardness that was turning me on,his desire for me, the way he got turned on when I treated his cock likemy own.It was my own choice to unzip his fly and set it free, to feel the silkyflesh on his end. We were both hard as iron, but as long as ourmovements were kept small there was no chance of anyone finding out whatwas going on, the carriage was too crowded. By now the end of his cockwas jammed between my. Wet sucking sounds mingled with our moans of pleasure until the rush ebbed and we parted with a smacking of wet lips.He bade me roll over and my steel-hard shaft sprang erect as I lay on my back, while he poured warm oil in waves over me. I murmured assent as he asked that I move my head over the end of the table and opened my mouth to suck on his hairy balls, which were tightly clasped in a cock ring while he caressed my chest, slathering the sacs with my wet tongue and flicking over his.