She was smart enough to realize that there was no future in ghostly copulation and that eventually she would require the use of a realistic cock to fi...ll her needy pussy if she wanted to have any offspring to practice her motherly instincts on. Preferably, two would be perfect. A boy first and then a girl was what she had in mind. That way the girl would have an older brother to guide her in matters related to gender discussion she would not want to discuss with her parents of another. Yes, having first blushed and been angry when her brother told her he used to sneak into her bedroom and pull her worn knickers out of her laundry basket, and smell her body on them as he masturbated, Carole calmed down considerably in her bed that night, and said her hand slipped down between her legs, and she began to play with herself. She kept thinking of her brother's dick, and how it went from limp to stiff as she watched him rubbing himself in front of her; her heart pounded as she. She had drizzled more lube over the tip and now had both hands wrapped around that thick shaft, moving them in a rotating movement up and down the slick length. It was hot!!My hands were now in her panties, making her moan and pant while she worked that big cock. We slowed down whilst be both took a hit on the poppers and let the rush wash over us. She delicately held my hands in hers and cautiously moved them to the shaft of that cock. I'd secretly been wanting to get my hands on it since I. Their kiss lasted an eternity and neither wanted to end it. They finally put a few inches between their faces. ‘Hello, cake,’ he said jokingly. ‘Hello, ice cream,’ she answered, and they both smiled at the memory of the conductor’s words on the train. They kissed again, then turned and walked arm-in-arm toward baggage claim. They maintained some kind of physical contact all the way through baggage claim and out the door to the parking lot, talking the whole time. The simile the conductor had.