to the fourth orgasm, when her body tightened in anticipation of the approaching convulsion of pleasure, I heard a stir on the bottom shelf, although the girl’s palm did not for a moment stop stroking the swollen cock. By the way, on both sides, the girl’s legs were pressed against my legs, I realized that she sat down to make it easier to play with my child-bearing farm. But how far will she go in these of her games? As soon as the Mouse sat down, her left hand came to help her right hand. She stroked my buttocks, and now both palms smelt melts from me, freeing my long-tired captive bond. He straightened with pleasure and immediately fell into his palms. They stroked it along the entire length, touched a strained scrotum, gently squeezed overflowing testicles, exposed the head and pulled the foreskin on it, which immediately retracted.

I can not palter and say that I did not like it. On the contrary, I was ecstatic, but Ella distracted me from my own feelings. She also wanted to continue to caress, and I continued them. With the tip of my tongue I began to drive over her half-open lips, she immediately stuck out her and began to sting them. My palm continued to stroke the edges of the vagina, touching her big lips genially, but then Ellochka's hand went down, pressed on my fingers, drowning them in the hot depths of the suffering pharynx, lay on top for some time, then crawled onto my stomach. I began to move my fingers, imitating the movements of the penis. I felt that a few more seconds of such movements, and my partner will get a new orgasm. A moment before his onset, her hand from the abdomen rushed swiftly toward the vagina, slipped under mine and began to pull at the clitoris. And now, again, the whole body of the girl thrashed in convulsions of orgasm. And at the same time, I felt that a girl-mouse sponge was gently pressed to my head. For a while she barely touched my swollen head, then hesitantly began to wrap it in her little mouth. And now the glovka is captured completely, but only to immediately release her and start kissing the member along the entire length free from the fingers.

- And you do not want to get here to me? - Ella whispered faintly. - Dedok sleeping, the girl, it seems, too.

For a while I was in great confusion. What to do? Get rid of the caress of a little girl and have real sex over her head? Tell Ella that the lower part of my body, so much time unclaimed by it, has already taken hold of another? What will be her reaction to this? Disturbance? Why on earth? What am I, her husband? Annoying? But she only teased me the whole day, and the girl below just took it and began to give pleasure. Will it get even more excited? What will we do if the grandfather wakes up?

My fingers were still inside Ellochka. I moved them slightly, making circular motions. It was felt that the girl is again close to orgasm. Her barely audible whispering lips were next to mine, I covered them and interrupted the conversation with a kiss. Our tongues met again, began to touch each other, her hand crawled under mine again and began to lightly stroke the clitoris, all accelerating movements. And here again a strong embrace with his free hand, a passionate long kiss with a greedy mouth, a trembling of the whole body, and a long, compressed moan.

A minute later Ella recovered from the next orgasm and again called me to her on the top shelf:

“I want you all,” she whispered faintly.

And I decided to open up:

“I can't,” I whispered, just barely audibly. - My member took possession of the girl below.

For a while, Ella was aware of what she had heard, then moved closer to the edge of the shelf and hung her head down.

At this time, the train flew past some kind of station, and the rays of the street lamps, unusually bright after so much time, began to whip through the windows of the cars passing by, as if by a flash of a camera for a split second dazzling the hidden reality from the darkness and at the same time time forcing me to blink. But these four or five light slaps were enough for Ella to see how the girl from the bottom shelf gently kisses my sticking out member. This sight of her excited even stronger, and still lying on the clitoris, the palm began to quickly pull at it. I helped Ella to reach a strong orgasm with the movements of my fingers, the strongest in all our love activities.

The station was left behind, a darkness reigned in the compartment again, the silence of which was broken by the quiet snoring of Viktor Petrovich and occasionally the sweet smacking of a mouse-girl sounded when the car suddenly swayed and my cock slipped from her mouth.

Ella still hung her head for some time and in the subtle darkness watched what our fellow traveler was doing to me, then removed her hand from the vagina, gently stretched my fingers. And while I thought about what she decided to take, the girl sat on the edge of the shelf, put her foot on the other, threw the other leg over me, and I was between her legs. Her arms hugged my head and began to bend insistently. I pressed my lips to my stomach, which wrinkled in folds from the uncomfortable position, but my hands moved my head down, and I resisted without resistance. My lips touched the wet vagina, just tormented by our hands, I gently kissed him, stuck out his tongue and began to drive them along the labia majora, trying to shove as deep as possible. And now my hands strongly press my head down, my thighs are squeezed on both sides, and the body of the girl is beating in a strong convulsion of the onset of the orgasm. Hips pressed to my ears prevent me from hearing the usual squeezed moan. I can only guess about him by the way his partner's belly relaxed. And as soon as the body was shaken from this orgasm. As the next one came immediately, then another, more ... And in this series I lost control of myself, and no longer able to restrain myself, the jet after the stream began to pour into the mouth of the mouse-girl what had accumulated over such a stormy evening and the past day of continuous excitement sperm

With each new impetus, each involuntary movements of a member to meet the mouth that receives it nectar, the thought of the injustice I had made beat into my mind. The whole evening I enjoyed the girl from the top shelf, the pleasure from which she received no less than a dozen violent orgasms, and the girl from below, whom I have never stroked, did not kiss, helps me get rid of the stress.

I put my hand down, gently ran through the hair of my fellow traveler, stumbled on the headphones, sank on my shoulder. The girl was dressed. I stroked her shoulder, went down below, ran along the small breast that was tucked into the bra. She took my hand and lay down.

... In the morning, she also did not utter a word, looking out of the window at the trees, houses and platforms of electric trains flashing past. Ella looked at me coquettishly and eagerly, as if trying to remember for the rest of her life. Viktor Petrovich fussily gathered and complained that he had not slept. And in my heart it was from something bad. I felt guilty in front of a girl-mouse. As soon as the train stopped, Ella first slipped out of the compartment, which her relative had immediately embraced in the arms, then Viktor Petrovich squeezed through with a grunt.

“Maybe we will meet,” I asked the girl-mouse awkwardly.

She silently and barely shook her head.

- Thanks for the humanitarian aid!

She shrugged slightly and walked along the car to the exit.