He spreads my legs & pulls out two clothespins from who knows where & pins my pussy lips open, one on each side & then puts a tiny one on my clit. I ...was on fire; my god I was so horny but I knew I wasn't getting fucked. It had been nearly 5 months since I had had actual penetration. At least from Chance at least, but that is another story. Then the collar appears & it snapped around my neck, complete with leash. he snaps his fingers & I kneel on the floor as expected to. he then walks me. It does in all its glory as it stands at full attention. Tim helps Abbie over the console. She is straddling him now as his stiff cock finds its way to her love hole for them. Tim’s precum offers enough lube, though in the state that they are, lubed or not, doesn’t matter.Both moan deeply as Abbie starts to ride Tim to their mutual climax. They are both so close from all that has preceded this moment. More or less beyond reason, Tim and Abbie push and push toward the final goal. Abbie is. (Mind you, my grandparents had no such fond nostalgia for the age of steam. They had often described the down-side - getting smuts in your eyes when you stuck your head out of the window, your clothes smelling of coal smoke, the delays while the engine took on water or coal, and the danger in summer of trackside vegetation catching fire from cinders, despite all the expensive labouring to keep the railway land free of brushwood.)However, it was now 1974, on British Rail. There sadly being no. ”He saturated my panties with spurt after spurt of hot cum. I was so aroused by watching him. He reached up to remove the panties from his face and I moved away from the door and went downstairs. I quietly let myself out of the house and walked to the bus stop.My mind was in turmoil by what I had seen. It had aroused me immensely and my panties were really very damp. I sat on the bus and just kept thinking about what I had seen. It didn’t repulse me, it excited me. I got to work without even.