When it passed she noticed the tiniest details of her dress. It was a strapless dress with pearl buttons all down the back. The train was at least 5 f...eet behind her. The waist was tight but not so that she couldn’t breathe. It outlined her 5’9 135lbs figure beautifully. Her waist length Auburn hair was piled neatly on her head with wisps of curls framing her face. She would have looked beautiful if not for the sadness in her deep blue eyes. Her father stepped in, caught his breath, and told. ?You heard me,? Sara said, ?I want you to help me impale myself.? ?You are fucked up crazy. How can you ask me to do that?? I hadn’t seen Sara for seven years or so; since she married that old Dom, more than twice her age. That was the day I decided enough was enough and I broke off our relationship. Sara and I had been best friends since high school, her choice, not mine. I always wanted more, but she wanted what was not mine to give. Perhaps I should begin, at the beginning. . Too bad you don’t have a flagpole so we could display them out front.’ I reached across and slid her over to me, lifted her up onto me, front to front, and wrapped her in my arms. She wriggled herself into place and laid her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh. We closed our eyes and dozed off for a half hour or so. Who needs a timekeeper? I wiggled my shoulders a slight amount and she whispered, ‘Oh, please don’t move. This feels so good.’ A noise out front broke our silent mutual. It hung between his legs, already starting to grow. Smiling, Becky grabbed it with her hand. She let the wet tip of her tongue graze the tip of his cock. He shivered and she looked up at him lasciviously. Again, a quick flick of her tongue, and Jack's cock swelled further. Calmly, Becky started stroking the pulsating shaft back and forth. The cock jerked with each motion, making it harder and harder. Now she let go of it, watching it stand rigidly out from his body, pointing towards her face..