“You know, look like a real street gang!”“Oh sure,” Larry laughed. “Make SURE the cops target us black guys for every crime that happens in ... six-county area!”“Is it really that bad?” Fran asked.“You have NO idea,” Clark groused. “I got rousted by cops all the time in Cincinnati. So did my friends.”“It wasn’t quite as bad for us,” Carter said. “But we had problems with the cops in Cleveland, too.”“Where are you from, Fran?” Jeannette asked.“Wapakoneta.”“Where Neil Armstrong was born?” Robby. “I’m scared,” she cried. I laughed again. “Scared of what? Of thunder? It’s nothing.” Lightning cracked again and the thunder made her yelp and snuggle against my chest. I sat back down on the couch, drawing her close to my chest. “You’re safe,” I said to her, patting her head reassuringly. We lay on the couch with her head on my chest; she must’ve fallen asleep after a while, because her breathing was slow. She drooled slightly on my chest, making me smile. I don’t know how long we were like. They must have looked drunk to an outsider- to someone onboard, they knew that if they were drunk, they'd be falling over.Jill, for her part, was having the time of her life. She had never had so much fun. The entire train car was watching and laughing at them, and a few were throwing face to the wind and attempting to join them. Even the singer was failing at trying not to laugh as she scatted.On the lower level, a retired kindergarten teacher was in the private lounge, reading stories to the. When the old man showed up he wasn’t about to hit me with a shovel for not washing teats the right way but rather was surprised to see a guy routinely fucking the nymphs as they milked and Lilly was doing the same fucking me as well. Lilly and her four sisters were together which was not the rule in the first writing. But the old man didn’t say a word to me and just watched as I sploodged in each of my loves then moving on to the next waiting vagina with a big smile for him.The owner’s son.