I dragged my clothes under the desk with me and held as still as I could, holding out all hope that this stranger wasn’t going to see me naked. “O...ay, so I’m here, right?” the voice asked, and I heard a thump on the top of the desk as he placed the map on it. Aubrey adjusted the map and slid further forward, all but suffocating me in the compact space as her knees, thighs and part of the chair closed in around me. “No, you’re here,” she said. “You need to go down this hallway and hang a left. But all she has to offer is lust.Raven wants to be her; wrapped in his strong arms, head pushed against his chest, cheek abraded by his fine hair as his cock slides effortlessly deep into her warm, welcoming pussy and her fleshy stomach ripples with pleasure.Raven wants to be him; head resting between her wide spread soft thighs, dribbling wetness hot on her tongue, her rigid cock pressing hard against her stomach as she licks her way across the shuddering stiffness of her clitoral nub.Slowly,. Then moving up further if it could be believed, Sam works his way, stretching the neck of Grace’s oversize sweater. They are a two-headed sex monster with both their heads sticking out of the neck, kissing each other with such passion.Grace wiggles her arms out of the sleeves so she can touch and caress Sam also. As they kiss, their hands are busy at work. Grace’s around Sam’s prick, wanking him to fullness. Sam’s fingers back at the wonderful wet and sticky spot, which makes Grace react so. First class sleeping car passengers got meals in the full diner included in the cost of their ticket, and exclusive use of the Heritage lounge. As time went on, the Silver Meteor would lose its premium features, and by the early 90’s it would be basically the same train as the Star but on a different route.My reverie was ended when I saw the Silver Meteor pulling into the station. It was dressed up with a full five 10-6s, and nine coaches. In fact, based on the location of the snack-coach, I.