I continued to get my house ready for company. I selected a bottle of wine that would go with the Shish Kabob and waited for my guest.They knocked exa...ctly at 7:30, when they said they would come by. When I opened the door, my skin tingled with excitement and arousal. Treva wore a tight formfitting mini-skirt and a dress shirt that was tied at the bottom. Isiah had on tight jeans that easily advertised his bulge and a nice Oxford long-sleeved shirt. They looked casual, as if they were on. The last thing we need when doing something complicated like this is a facilitator, something forcing the issue! Therefore please keep Prune Juice away from us! It’s like sending us down a lightning bolt! It moves around here quicker than Road Runner, forces us to work ten times harder, has us running round like headless chickens and what’s the end result? A toilet pan like a scene from ‘Apocalypse Now’ and stomach cramps. No fun for anyone (except the Prune Juice). If you want us to move a bit. Another sound from her drifted back to me. My vivid daydream from moments ago came flooding back to me. That is the sounds I had imagined she was making as I pounded her over the very seat her head was resting on. Surely she had seen me enter the train car; surely she had seen me when she looked around….did she even look around? Her sounds intensified, her head rolled around on the top of the seat making her hair sway back and forth like a curtain in a breeze. I could see from the movement of. She smiled as she slowly moved her hand from Hannah's breast and inched it down her body. The flesh beneath her touch was soft and warm; her fingers slid lower until the tips of her fingers reached Hannah's pubic mound.Hannah felt Samantha's fingers inch towards her most intimate parts and raised her hips slightly.Samantha squeezed her fingers together, pinching Hannah's pubic hairs between them and lifted her hand gently pulling on the hairs.Hannah gasped and lifted her hips; the way that.