Now the train is emptying out. A few sleepy stragglers on their way home, on the other side of the car, and she and I.Her blue eyes are locked with mi...e and I’m staring up her skirt as she ever so slowly unbuttons her blouse, discreetly revealing a perfect V of cleavage and a hint of a lacy black bra. The train stops again, and the last two other passengers leave. Just she and I are left now. My stop goes by, but I stay on the train.As the train rumbles down the track, I lay my newspaper aside. "Yes, but I am from Dad's second wife, who was 20 years younger than him. I am actually only three years older than Jenn." explained Junior, then he continued "I am an apprentice electrician and Uncle said to help you connect up the generators." That would be appreciated. Do you have any idea how to span the distance from the generator, far enough up the bank, to avoid losing power due either to flooding or high winds?" Sure, I flew in on the first chopper with four utility poles and several. My fantasies fall roughly into four categories. In the first category, I am once again forced to perform homosexual sex. In one fantasy, for example, I am alone in a movie theatre when two young men come in and sit on either side of me. I am alarmed and try to leave, but they won?t let me pass. They threaten me unless I do what they want. First, I am forced to pull my pants down around my ankles while they take turns feeling my cock and balls. I feel vulnerable and humiliated sitting there half. He's got me hooked on Shakespeare, of all things."Ellen smiled. "He's got you reading again, he's got you skating. Jesus, what else of your virtuous past has he managed to dredge up?"Sophia laughed. "Well, after we did... you know... last night, we came down here and he thoroughly whipped my behind at chess. Boy, am I rusty at that. But it was fun to play." Well, I'd bet your mind wasn't completely on the chess game." That's no excuse, because neither was his. It might have been my first orgasm.