We didn't know how well off we where, at the next station dozens more people got on and we were packed in like sardines. In the crush, you and I were ...eparated; I could see the top of your head over the crowd. They're where mostly businessmen on the train so it isn't surprising that you were surrounded by men, but the funny thing was that they were all facing you, as you would expect a group to be facing different directions. The train lurched and a gap appeared momentarily and I could see that. ‘es reserved occupation, ‘e works at the Birmingham Small Arms factory. They got a right pastin’ tonight, they did!”I was taken to the Birmingham Children’s Hospital (or hospikal as we Brummies called hospitals, for some unknown reason) and declared remarkably well, given the circumstances. The Birmingham Children’s Hospital was at Ladywood Middleway, a stone’s throw from the ruins of our house.As the disembodied voice had feared, my father had been killed in the raid on the BSA factory, where. “Well whatever you wear, don't forget a sweater. You know it's cold in there.”He’s so sweet.We sat in the back row, like always. And not only was I ready for him in the pink skirt, but I had topped it off with the right white blouse and the black heels I knew we both loved. He'd been practically drooling all through dinner. I saw him noticeably sigh and breathe heavy when he caught a whiff of my perfume. Amazing. This would be so much fun.The theater was mostly empty. A middle-aged couple in. After a while she plunged it as deep as it would go and held it there, lips pressed against the tiles, dildo vanished. She held it, and held it and kept on holding it there, completely still. Until finally she ran out of breath and her throat rebelled."UUUUHHHHHGGG".She loudly gagged as she pulled herself off of it, gasping for air, thick streams of spit connecting her chin to the dildo and dripping onto her chest to ooze down and over her caged cock, mixing with the precum and dripping down.