"Lord Blanchforth's whore, well, well, well." I chuckled, "Well I can see why he was smitten, and it seems a shame to waste a journey," I explained an... instead of putting her on her feet I swung her over my shoulder."Unhand me you oaf!" she cried, "Set me down this instant!" and the like she shouted as I carried her to the stable, to the nearest freshly strawed stall and set her down to lay upon her back where a whore should be and I grasped her skirts and raised them to her chin to appraise. He told the man he was going to see his Uncle John. When the train arrived, Richard climbed aboard and did not look back at the small town. He did not know when he would return, but for the time being, he could not stay there. The pain was too much to bear.It was a long train ride through the darkness of the night. Before dawn the cars moved to a side railing to let another train pass. Richard remembered very little of any conversation he may have had with any of the other passengers. He. A short while passed, and Miss Buxton had joined the two men. They explained the situation to her, slightly glum. "so we have absolutely no water anywhere?" Miss Buxton asked. "seems like it. We've had a word with the utility suppliers, and they're on their way to sort it out" Bertie replied. "and how long will it take?" she added. The two men looked at each other and muttered. "we have no idea" Alf replied. Miss Buxton sighed. "we suggested shutting the bathrooms down until we've sorted. If I continued for much longer I would fill her blue panties with a large pent up load of cum. It wouldn't be the first time. I was really getting into it, her heady aroma filling my aural cavity and my large balls starting to get the inevitable tingling in them that preceded my impending nut. I was really close when all of a sudden the bathroom door opened (had I forgot to lock it?) and there stood my mother-in-law staring right at me as I abused her dirty panties. She didn't say a word, just.