Not that he had objected to Amtrak entirely. Ran properly, it could have done a lot of good. It would have killed some of the nastiness that existed o... some railroads- nastiness that killed rail ridership. Rusty, leaky, filthy equipment. Outrageously long schedules to serve all stops, and thus not require more than one train a day. People hadn’t seen boredom until they rode a 1200 mile, all-local-stop train. Just before the Amtrak era, some of the railroads did everything but hire thugs to. The fact that the girls' brothers were within arm's reach, meant only additional pleasure. The fact that the husbands of the women were brushing their hips, as they fucked, against the other woman, only meant sharper thrills to all concerned.It was hypnotic, Regina thought, to watch the other pricks sliding into the lovely cunts, seeing their oily, polished shafts move within the jealous gripping of stretched and feverish labia. Their balls swayed and bounced softly, or swung wetly, or hung. He summoned me over, his eyes almost on stalks as he stared at my curvy figure encapsulated by the the skintight shiny faux leather. The click of my high heels and the swish of my nylon stockings were the only sound in the bar as I walked toward Neil's table. He stood from the table, kissing my cheek in a friendly greeting while his hands tenderly stroked the waistline of my sexy dress, moving his hands upwards, cupping my side boob then sliding his hands downward, stroking my firm ass, feeling. I’m naked and it’s been weeks since Tyler and I were alone. I push Tyler’s boxers off of him, revealing his hard cock. My entire body is aroused. I can feel the counter getting wet as my juices lubricate my clit. Tyler pulls me closer to the edge of the sink. He moves towards me and rubs his cock up and down between my pussy lips. “Stop it Tyler, just…” I’m about to finish my sentence but he cuts me off by pushing his cock into me. I gasp out. I can’t believe how good it feels. I reach my hands.