The railroad left him in the station when they took away the trains. John found me practicing a little vandalism on some of his abandoned freight cars... Instead of turning me over to the authorities, he put me to work helping him. It wasn’t real work, but allowed us to talk. For you see there was only one train a week and all Old John had was time. Over the next few months he learned my life story. He never judged me or commented on my digressions. The only negative comment he ever made was. "Jenny felt a little tinge of emotions go through her at the young man's mention of his mother. She had the feeling that she was corrupting the young boy. But then she chastised herself for negative thoughts. He was old enough to make his own decisions. Besides, it was better that he learned from her than some hooker down on 4th street. Even his mother would have to appreciate that, she thought."Here," Tim said as he followed Jenny into the kitchen.When she turned around she saw a book in his. Jane had nearly been ambushed one evening, but her fitness had just given her enough speed to outpace them. She had been an athlete, and this showed in her toned body. She kept to a rigorous training regime still, though she no longer competed, claiming that it was the development of her breasts that meant that she could no longer run as easily as when she was younger, and less endowed. Dave always thought this was great, as it meant he had more time with Jane at home, and he could enjoy those. I put my cock away as best I could and we ran to the door before she could open it I pinned her flat up against the door with my chest reached under her skirt and slid two fingers into her wet hot pussy. She was not wearing any panties. She moaned and fumbled for the keys only to drop them. I backed away and bent over to pick them up making sure she rubbed her hot tight cunt all over the front of my slacks. It was my turn to moan. She turned around and said you are naughty. I told her to open.