" Nicola spoke quietly continuing to look at the floor.I was pleased. She had spoken respectfully and her question showed that she was beginning to co...sider the impact of the decisions she made about appearance and behaviour on those around her. It was a statement that deserved a positive response."What do you think would be appropriate?" I replied.Nicola looked thoughtful for a moment. "I suppose," she said, with agreeable uncertainty, and careful consideration, "that it would be something to. That was a minor problem, though.It came down to how the GE 9-40DCP/P40DC/AMD-103/Genesis (whichever name you prefer) operated. In reality, what you needed to comfortably put to the ground to haul the California Zephyr/Desert Wind and make the schedule was about 6500 horsepower worth of tractive power. In theory (and practice), this could be easily be handled by two P40s. Each produced either 4000 bhp of tractive effort in traction mode, or 2928 bhp when the head end power generator was in. With a loud grunt she started to push back hard, impaling herself forcefully. I smiled, she really did want it badly, and I was just the man to give it to her. I started to push forward with more urgency, my heavy swinging balls slapping against her cheeks with each thrust. Both of us now desperate for more, I reached down and wrapped my arms around her legs, lifting her off the floor, her arms pressed hard against the back wall as we fucked frantically. She hooked her legs back around my waist. His tongue pushed into my mouth and wrestled with mine. His mouth moved to my left nipple. His teased it, and then clamped down on it with his teeth. I gasped loud. He repeated his action with the left nipple. I gasped louder. My pussy juices ran down his cock and onto his legs. I felt one of his big hands kneading and spanking my ass, and the other playing in my hair. He knew what I wanted, and was paying me back for my earlier teasing. “Daddy please!” I begged “Harder. Give it to me harder!”.