’ We saw that the train was pulling into the station, as we got close. ‘Jimmy, I need another favour. If I don’t get off of that train before i... pulls out, could you pick me up at the next station down the line?’ I said proffering a twenty this time. ‘He’ll be there, don’t worry, or he won’t get his hands on this!’ Donna said, snatching the note from my hand. I jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped and then ran out onto the platform just as the train began to pull away. Running. Or Mrs Becklock, Tom or Cindy were almost always there at some pointto support the girls. June gave way to July and Ben's condition did not change. He becamethinner, weaker more emaciated with time. Tom watched as Kimberlychanged, losing that delicate, innocent teenage girl spring in her step,trading that in for the deliberate, but graceful gait of an adult woman.She and Sarah had become almost maternal in Ben's care, adjusting hissheets, doting over him, flexing his arms and legs, massaging. They had been watching the girls dance and were giving each of the girls a big hand as they finished. The older gal had been first standing next to the dressing room, and then was down on her knees, on the stage and had been watching them very close as they danced. She had also been giving tips and suggestions on how to improve their dancing. Finally it was Janes turn to dance. She loved to dance especially the fast and wild stuff that was popular at the time, but I was never the rock and roll. Lana felt his huge cock throbbing on her hairy pussy mound as he rubbed his face all over her gigantic tits.It was dawn, less than six hours since Donald had so brutally fucked her asshole. Lana had just awakened to find her pussy hungry son in bed with her. Richie didn't seem to care that it was daylight, that they might be caught by Vivian or Donald. He was too eager to fuck his mother.And Lana was eager to get fucked again, too. Her resistance faded as her son locked his lips around the.