"Just because I didn't come doesn't mean it was a bad porno flick," she said with some heat. "I'll bet most of those professional porn actresses don't... ever have orgasms on screen! The main thing is, we're expecting that your camerawork is going to make this our best home movie, ever."We all went to bed, reasonably early, and with the mood of our little group somewhat cheerier than it had been during the post-mortem.After breakfast Sunday morning, we downloaded the camera's content onto a disk. After we had ascertained where the other one lived, he then said, “You live a lot closer than I do. Are you going to invite me to your place for coffee?”“Sure, whenever you’re ready to leave,” I answered.After we had both finished our beers he looked at me and suggested, “Let’s get going.”Upon following me to my place on his motorbike, we finally entered my apartment. I continued enjoying his company as we sipped our coffee and was amazed that he wasn’t as stupid as I had believed many years. Spreading her legs slightly, her hand moved from her breasts and down her stomach before she very slowly and deliberately slipped it down under her see through panties. I had been able to control myself to that point but when she very slowly began to rub herself, I took my cock out and joined her.I had assumed that she was just giving herself a little feel, but after a minute or so I knew that it could very well be the real thing. I had to fight myself to keep from coming prematurely, wanting. All was almost uncannily still, except for something glinting across the tracks a couple of fields away—maybe a bird-scarer, something metal glinting in a bush.The train arrived. I looked again across the field. The glint had disappeared, but in the fraction of a moment I was sure I'd glimpsed a quick movement, as though someone had been there and was just leaving.It wasn't till several weeks later that a girl friend sent me a steamy poetry magazine she subscribes to. "I know," she wrote,.