Both of them knew what was happening in the dark cab now—streets pitch black outside, just our outlines visible up close, driver focused on the road, Tiffany dozing against the window up front, tired and oblivious.
Brittany got crazy—tugging my loose pants lower without bothering with button or zip, just enough to free . My cock sprang out, dying to be surrounded by these sluts.
She took it in her hand—warm, confident—starting to stroke slow, pulling the foreskin back and front, thumb circling the head slick with precum.
Tiffany was out cold up front—Brittany knew her mom best, knew we had privacy back here.
I was still making Gloria lose control—just from squeezing and pinching her big tit, nipple hard as rock under my fingers. Then I slid my hand to the back of her head, pulling her close, and kissed her dirty—deep, tongue pushing in possessive.
She kissed back inexperienced—eager but unsure, lips soft and trembling. This girl was really fresh—virgin territory almost—and that wouldn’t be the case for long.
Then I guided her hand down—Brittany catching on instant, grabbing Gloria’s wrist and placing it on my bare cock.
Gloria froze—fingers brushing the thick shaft for the first ti, eyes widening in the dark as she felt the size, the heat, trying to make out how big it really was in the shadows.
Brittany’s hand guided hers—showing the full length, wrapping Gloria’s fingers around it, making her stroke slow while Brittany joined, both hands working together now.
Gloria’s breath hitched—shaking, turned on bad, shy act crumbling as she felt what Brittany had been bragging about.
Two best friends—sharing my cock in the back of a cab, stroking in sync.
The way Gloria looked—confident, teasing, like she knew exactly how sexy she was—drove wild. But she was inexperienced, and that made even hornier.
I was going to stretch her virgin holes wide on this trip, turn her into my perfect little slut, and the thought alone had my dick throbbing harder.
They were both still stroking —Brittany teaching Gloria the rhythm, showing her how to grip tight, twist at the head, make leak more. Brittany had so experience from now, guiding her best friend’s hand like a pro.
I slid one hand to Gloria’s thick thigh in those denim shorts—damn, she was thick and tight, gym-toned muscle under soft skin. I rubbed higher, closer to her panty line over the fabric, pressing firm to show her what was coming on the trip.
She obeyed—thighs parting subtle, breath hitching, letting feel the heat radiating from her pussy.
We kept it going in the cab—quiet, risky—until the streets lit up near the station.
Soon we reached—both cabs pulling up at the platform. I tucked my dick back quick, they adjusted clothes, giggling nervous.
We got out—Brittany waking Tiffany with a shake. "Mom, we’re here."
Tiffany blinked awake, stretching. "Already?"
We grabbed our bags—Autumn and Lily’s group unloading too. I went to help them, carrying Autumn’s heavy one with a grin—she thanked with that look.
Lan struggled getting out of her cab—short but thick, dress riding up her thighs. I offered a hand.
She took it—blushing deep at my touch, fingers lingering. "Long journey ahead," I said, helping her down steady.
"Yes... I’m looking forward to the beach," she murmured shy, eyes flicking down then away.
Damn—imagine this thick-ass wife in a bikini at the beach, curves on full display while her husband watched clueless. n would lose their minds wanting to fuck her on all fours right there. I would.
We all gathered with bags—cabs pulling away one after the other.
Lily had the tickets on her phone, leading us inside the station to the platform.
"We have four roottes on this overnight train," Lily explained, glancing at with that subtle heat. "Each has bunk beds. Mr. and Mrs. Tran can take one, and the rest of us can decide who shares with who."
It was a rootte train—seats converting to bunks, private enough for... fun.
I didn’t care who I got room with—my dick was hard, throbbing from the cab ride teasing, and I wasn’t holding back tonight.
"Maybe Alex and I share a room," Mr. Tran said sudden, smiling like he was doing a favor, adjusting his bag.
Motherfucker. Not you.
I wasn’t even considering him. Although his thick wife was more than welco.
"No, Mr. Tran," Lily cut in smooth and quick, smiling polite but firm. "You should be with your wife."
She knew exactly what she was doing—couldn’t say it openly, but she wasn’t letting him anywhere near . The other MILFs exchanged quick glances—relief, amusent, heat.
Mr. Tran shrugged, a little confused but nodding. "Of course, of course."
Lan blushed deeper, eyes flicking to shy for a second.
The group relaxed—tension broken, everyone knowing the real pairings would sort themselves out once on board.
Lily checked her phone again. "Train’s pulling in—let’s grab our spots."
We moved onto the platform as the overnight train rolled in slow—lights glowing warm in the windows, engine humming low. Helped each other hoist trolley bags up the steps— taking the heavier ones from Autumn and Tiffany, hands brushing deliberate, smiles lingering.
Inside the corridor was narrow, cozy—wood panels, soft lighting, the gentle sway already starting as we found our roottes.
They weren’t next to each other—one near the front, two scattered middle, one farther back.
Perfect for —no interruptions when I wanted privacy.
The Trans took the first one—Mr. Tran polite, Lan giving one last shy glance before the door clicked shut. We bid them goodnight.
Brittany called out quick—"Why don’t , Gloria, and Alex stay in one? We could play gas all night—I don’t even feel like sleeping."
She said it innocent—big eyes, like it was just board gas and gossip—but we all knew better after the cab.
Lily smiled but firm—almost aunt-like with Brittany, knowing her for years. "Brittany, you and Gloria take this one and get so sleep. We have to wake up early tomorrow—long day ahead at the beach."
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