She was wary, guarded. But eventually she finally even began to initiate our brief conversations.We had a rhythm, a brief conversation as she cleared ...ishes from dessert and brought out coffee. Four or five sentences exchanged cautiously, from a bit of a distance. She never, ever, handed anything directly to anyone, she set things on the table or picked them from the table – keeping her distance all the while. After it got to be too much, she’d bolt from the room to hide in kitchen.It took. I felt ... almost normal. Normal, that is, but lethargic and unwilling to get up. I had to move just because I had a full bladder, but after staggering to and from the bathroom I was happy to lay down again but with a clean mouth and an empty bladder. I turned on the radio. I'm not too fond of popular music, but the local station played a mixture of older stuff I quite liked, jazz, classical and easy listening. More to the point, there was an hourly news bulletin. As I lay there I was informed. ” With a dollop more on my finger, I eased it into her asshole, just an inch or so. I wiggled my finger in her. Her asshole was so tight I couldn’t imagine Chad could get inside. I used my slick fingers to jack his cock a few times. I teased him under his balls, but stopped when Ashley took two deep breaths and let each out slowly. “OK, Chad, not too fast.” He put the tip of his cock on her asshole and grabbed her hips. He tried to pull her back on his cock. He moved his left leg outside of. "Kankakee." The train was short- 5 cars long. It had a single P42, a transition sleeper, a sleeper named "Canyonlands", one of their new Cross Country Cafe cars, a baggage-coach, and a coach bringing up the rear. I rushed into the coach. There could not have been more than 15 restless riders in this coach.You might be wondering why I pay attention to that, or know so much. Well, my father, he was an engineer for the Illinois Central, and later Amtrak. I might be a knockout blonde tomboy, and I.