Jean opened her eyes hesitantly. It just had to be a good day. She needed some sun; the weather always seemed to dictate her mood of the day and she h...ad enough problems to think about without having that dismal French overcast.It was shining beautifully. She could see its warming rays streaming over her head and touching the compartment wall, flooding the tiny cubicle with a lovely radiance that made her forget her problems momentarily. She was famished and brushed her teeth and dressed. You know, like us?"Laura blushed and stammered, totally flummoxed by Rhonda's questions. "It's... really none of your business, is it," she said softly."You bitch," Rhonda repeated, but not angrily. If anything, she was envious. "I almost come just from looking at her body." I've known her for a couple of years," Laura said weakly."Those thighs..." Rhonda rhapsodized.Oh yes! Laura silently agreed, feeling her heart flutter and her pussy throb.By now Rhonda had pulled Laura out of the hall. He was reluctant but did not stop me as I dropped to my knees and released his hard cock. It went so easily into my mouth. I stroked and sucked it like I was a professional. I was giving him my best hot wet sloppy cock sucking! And his moaning was my reward.I looked around us and I noticed there were 3 other couples fucking.I grabbed a hold of his balls and squeezed tightly. He clenched as he started to cum. I swallowed almost all his cum because I love cum. A girl interrupted me and wanted to. He expressed how he liked my cute buns…He also attached a face pic of his…D was in his 60s and was Italian by origin. I replied back with my apprehensions and requested for some pics of cock. D’s mail was so hot that I was not able to control myself. The picture of his hot cock with the nerves bulging out was making me mad. That whole day we had a chain of mail communication describing what we will do to each other. I was shamelessly acting as D’s whore and slut. Which in turn was acting as a.