As My husband eased off the gas and backed in behind the truck it was all I could do to keep from Fucking Him on the spot going down the highway! I co...uldn’t believe what I just had done! I don’t think my husband could either! He reached over and finger fucked me with 4 fingers while I turned my back to the passenger door, and humped his hand, he had never fisted me, but if I had ever been fisted, I was being fisted now! Soon he had his hand inside me, and I was humping it like crazy, flowing. You sigh loudly—or lowly? You don't know, really, for the droning coming from your headphones drowns all exterior sounds. Loud enough, at least, to earn a worried look from the girl sitting in the same compartment. You choose to ignore her gaze as you are too absorbed by recalling how you ended up sitting in that train to your sanity's certain bane.*A Sunday afternoon similar to the previous few Sunday afternoons: trying to distract yourself from the grief over a wrecked relationship, trying to. She told Craig that before he fucked her he should suckhis new daddy’s cock. I pulled my panties off and my 7″of hard meat stood straight out. He was so beyond hornythat he knelt in front of me and sucked my huge prick.He was a good little cock sucker and he even stuck hisfinger in my moist ass hole. That did it and I fuckingcame in huge streams and he drank a little and thenpulled off when his mouth was full and I blew my loadall over his face.Marci called his name. We looked and. "It's OK, Danny. I just thought I'd dress for the therapy after your lessons to save time." Debra opened her robe to display the short nightgown she had re-sewn the night before. "Does this remind you of the second of many violations of your dear lovely little sister?"I nodded, shamefaced, "Yes, it does." Good. At any time during your lessons that you feel the need to re-enact the tragic events of the second violation, feel free to do it. Multiple exorcisms of the same tragic event may be.