It was a dream not so much about the mother she was, but the mother she'd liked to have been. And that was a mother who would sacrifice everything for...her child and ensure she was blessed with the best education that money could buy. A mother who stood by Emily's side through thick and thin. One who cared more for her daughter's welfare than her own.It wasn't a dream about a mother who'd dumped her daughter with Emily's great-grandmother, Babushka Oxana, and sped off before Gran could turn down. .. I've been going around advertising this place like crazy. You get heaps of young little boys coming in here wanting to get their first taste of pussy or cock. We provide especially for that market. Normally when you go to a street whore, if you don't know what you're doing maybe the whore will laugh at you and stuff. Fuck, here we treat our customers with more respect than that. If you're a beginner, we treat you like a beginner." How many people come in here?" Ever since you filled the. I suddenly felt high energy in me and kissed her deeply. We both were having deep French kiss. She was enjoying to the core. Our tongues were within each other. My hand was in her hips .we were literally enjoying each other. Suddenly someone came and crossed the area. We parted. He did not see us kissing. He went past our bogie to the next bogie. I was afraid he may come back and hence I told her to go inside toilet.Then a sudden idea popped me. Nobody was coming. I knocked the toilet door and. I realised that the hand which was not being used to turn the pages was in her lap gently massaging her lower belly.Looking around again I noticed that as she had her back to the window and was slightly facing the wall, I was the only one who could see what she was doing. Besides, all the other customers were too busy in their own little worlds to even be aware that she existed.My eyes went back to her. She was still reading but now her invisible hand was slowly bunching up the material of her.