His fondlingkept me distracted as he repositioned his cock. His tip was now restingat my asshole."Mr. Tedeschi?" I quizzed.He started gently pushing i...n."Mr. Tedeschi. Wait."My ass was relenting as his steady pressure built."Mr. Tedeschi. That's. Mr. Tedeschi. You're going...UGH....Mr. T...you're."My hole opened up to him. His cock knew the password. It practiced thesecret handshake. It had a very convincing fake ID. It wasn't going tobe stopped."Mr. T....you're in my ass! You're...up....my ass!. Her husband had died on the way to the hospital. The driver and passengers in the other car all perished. He also informed me that the fetus didn't look good. It would probably abort within the next 24 hours."Poor kid," I thought, "She's going to need to deal with a lot of grief as well as her injuries. I'll make a referral to one of the shrinks" I really don't know why, but I stayed past the end of my shift after I got cleaned up. I walked into recovery, pulled up a chair and sat by her bed. "Good!" Rhykov clapped his hands, "we have a comic theatre just off the Ostrof Prospekt. I think you'd enjoy it. Those actors are very clever." Maybe!" Benin fiddled with her hands. She looked away as her eyes began to moisten. She felt Rhykov studying her."Something else?" he asked."John doesn't know, but..." Ah!" Rhykov interrupted, "when?" August, maybe September? I'm not sure exactly. You won't tell him?" Of course not. That is not my duty." But it changes things a bit, doesn't it?" Yes,". I became aware of someone behind me as we jostled and rocked to the motion of the carriage riding the tracks, he was close to me and closer still, once the initial contact was made and maintained.At that point he was full on and I was not pulling off, we were mutually enjoying our bodily contact, and as I looked around my fellow passengers, they all seemed oblivious, to our little sexual encounter.Then he started, ever so gentle at first, pushing his lower body into my buttocks. It was a slow.