She could feel every vein, every ripple of his straining manhood. The head of his cock was hitting the top of her pussy inside, making her rotate her... hips with each penetration, like a woman trying to savor the sweet sensation of being dominated. She knew her place, and it was under this man. She belonged to his cock. She bit her lip, her hands at his waist guiding him faster and harder. Each thrust was now powered by her, pulling him to her harder and harder, their breathing intensifying. + - + - +I'd always heard stories, we all have. I mean, I didn't think they werereal. Who really does any more?The devil was about as real to me as the Tooth Fairy or Santa Clause,but then something happened that shot all those perceptions to hell. I'dmet a woman, a beautiful one, and she'd offered me everything I'd everwanted and more. At first, I was skeptical, but then she showed methings, amazing and terrifying things and I didn't find it so hard tobelieve anymore. Truth be told she. Was there any way to undo the mess that they had created?Bruce turned to the old man. The seat next to him was empty. He turned and looked toward the back of the train but the old man was not in sight.Bruce turned to the man sitting on the aisle seat opposite his seat, "What happened to the man that I was talking to?"The man looked surprised for a second and then began to grin, "You must have been dreaming. There hasn't been anyone in that seat since you got on. Are you done with your. "We were headed to Hawaii.The finals were held on the weekend after Thanksgiving, but Becca wanted to get there a week earlier, to finalize our presentation and "practice." Bob and Bree would fly in to celebrate Thanksgiving with us, along with Mom, and then attend the finals.Becca and I finished unpacking our stuff in our adjoining rooms, and then it was time. Understand, I'd been jerking off while fantasizing about Becca long before this contest started. Seeing her naked every third weekend,.