Miranda looked at me and smiled."Your turn," she said.I hesitated, looked down at her in the eyes, and reached down and pulled my shirt off.I know I'm...not in the most perfect shape. I also know that I'm twenty-five years older than her. But it didn't seem to bother her much. She moved her hands up across my stomach, moved them across my chest and smiled."I like it," Miranda said.I just stood there looking at her.She leaned up on her toes, opened her mouth, and moved against me again. So I. I couldn't do anything,you were in control, and you were enjoying using my body and I was enjoyingyou using my body. I exploded. My orgasm ripped through me taking me with it. My body was fullof fireworks and the sound of waves breaking and almost painful pleasure. Ibecame aware of the fact that you were holding me down with your weight asI thrashed around, gradually calming, not believing what you'd done to me. "I might have to gag you next time, and tie you firmer." You joked.My body hit. "You don't look like you feel very well, and I'd like to help." He looked so kind. And very handsome. He was light-skinned, fit, caring eyes. She smiled. "Thank you_____" she trailed off, realizing she did not know his name. "Jeff, Jeff Simpson at your service my lady." He jokingly saluted her and clicked his heels together at attention. "Well thank you, Mr. Simpson, but as you can see, I didn't bring much with me, so I think I can manage. But thank you very much for your kindness." Lisa picked. These trains don’t fit under the electric catenary on the Northeast Corridor in many places,” he said, “And even if they did, they couldn’t fit into the Hudson River tunnels into Penn Station.”They sat in silence for a good long time, before Jill asked another question.“Couldn’t they just expand the tunnels?” she asked.“Maybe an ordinary tunnel, they could,” he said, “But the Hudson River Tunnels are anything but ordinary.”“What do you mean?” she asked.“At the time it was built, the Broadway.