I stumbled down the rickety eyles of the train as it chucked its way across the heart of America. I somehow reached the toilets, nearly falling over t...king a piss as the train took a bend, or was that just the alcolgol taking its effect on me, then stumbled back to my cabin, managed to get most of my clothes off & fell into bed. I remeber it being rather warm, it was the end of summer and must have kicked the sheets off during the night.I woke early as the sun peaked through the cracks in the. “Pull my pants down, Barb." Withouthesitation my innocent wife pulled down Marcus’ shorts revealing histight underwear. It looked as if Marcus had a salami stuffed in thefront of his underwear. As I took my eyes off his bulge, I was struckby lightening. Marcus was looking straight at me smiling!! “I want youto smell my black dick, Barb. Put your face in my crotch and smell mynasty black dick, baby." I stood paralyzed as my prim and proper wifepushed her face into Marcus’ crotch like a slut! She. And, to make matters worse, our faces were clouded by the image of so much gloom that we made any nearby passenger tremble from the negative aura. When we left the dressing room, it was easy enough to pretend that a normal girl’s lollygagging was to blame for our time in there. But no matter how much I tried to shake it off, I know deep inside that we were being stared at. And that sixth sense confirmed itself after we finally discovered that Myra’s biting had left a hickey on the back of my. Jeff was 19 years old, so there wasn't too much difference in our ages for us to be friends. One thing I liked about him was that he did not care for gambling any more than I did. I told him that I had been headed for Amarillo, and his response was, "Why not?"On the way, I explained that my quarry had been the low end of the pay scale because they were so easy to find. I said that it had been my experience that we could each make a steady $1,100-1,500 a year. That wouldn't make us rich,.
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