The platform is packed too, and we let the first train go, hoping that the next one will be less crowded. But it is just as bad, so we decide to squee...ze on anyway and hope that it will empty further on. We find ourselves pressed together at the end of a carriage, wedged into the corner by the single door. Your face is nuzzling at my neck and I can feel your warm breath on my skin, your hair brushing against my cheek, fresh scent of shampoo. I feel very close to you: not just physically, but. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” she grunted as Greg now appeared to be licking her cunt and arsehole at the same time, while I began fucking her face. My breathing became heavier and faster as Greg’s shiny, grinning face suddenly appeared from between her cheeks. As he positioned himself behind her he slapped her arse making it wobble like a jelly. “Spread your legs,” he grunted as he ran his knob between her fat arse cheeks. Without missing a beat of my blow-job she obediently spread her legs for. Martin sat back on the sofa and said. “What lovely manners they have, their parents must be really proud of them. Brian’s so lucky to have made such good friends so quickly “. ‘Lucky, LUCKY, if only i could tell you how they had drugged and raped me, how they are going to rob us of all our money. Those bastards are going to take turns to rape me while you lounge on the sofa and watch golf, LUCKY’. Debbie silently screamed at her husband. Debbie was distraught knowing she had to sneak up to her. She wanted to get started. Finally, a tired voice answered."Hello." Roger, this is Marge Wilson. Merry Christmas." Merry Christmas," the tone was quizzical. "What's up?" I've been mulling over your loan application and I came up with an idea. I know it's a holiday, but if you've nothing going on, I'd like to come over and talk about it." Yeah," he responded warily. "You pretty much made it clear how you felt yesterday." Things change sometimes." How so?" I'm a business woman; let's say I see an.