He began thrusting, deep, slow and deliberate, staring intensely at the pussy he was fucking, his face starting to scrunch up. "I know you want that h...ot pussy so bad, don't you? You want to fuck my cunt and cum so bad, huh?", I whispered over the sound of the porn. I was being so naughty, feeding this boy's mind not only so he wouldn't take too long and get us caught, but also to enjoy my power in making him cum as hard as possible. I was being a bit of a slut and loving every moment of it.His. Not unless it was going to convince George that what she wanted was to climax at about level twelve out of ten, from his dick in her pussy. Which he seemed to be almost intentionally dense at figuring out.With that they got dressed and then George started to wonder. What exactly had happened to Krista and Justin? Were they still on the train? Did he run a chance of running in to them at breakfast? That wouldn’t be particularly good. With that question bugging him, he pressed the porter call. Oldham."Oh, is that Earl Rowell's daughter?" she asked. Mr. Oldham confirmed that she was correct."Does she look more like her father or her mother?" Susanne asked, this time directing the question at me."I've never seen her parents," I said, suspecting Suzanne was trying to trick me."Describe her and I'll decide which one she favors," Suzanne said, toying with me like she loved to do.I decided to get it over with; otherwise she would tease me the rest of the evening. "Five six, one hundred ten. As expected her resistance was almost gone. She couldn't wait to have sex with him. She instinctively licked her lips.Taylor pulled her close and began to kiss her. It was a new experience for her, kissing a man with a beard. It was surprisingly stimulating."Hey, Taylor, looks like you're having a good time," announced a male voice."Bobby! I was just about to be entertained by sweet Jayla here. Say, Jayla, I bet you'd be willing to do both of us, how bout it?" asked Taylor.Jayla knew she.