I knew there was Hell to pay when there was the sound of a gunshot and the fireman fell. The water was still pouring out of the water spout and runnin... down over the wood stacked in the tender. I could tell that this train was not going anywhere for a while!I was relieved that I still had my two revolvers and my pouch of extra ammunition, but my Henry was stowed in the baggage car. I quickly decided that this was going to be the last time that happened!I was still trying to come up with a plan. ‘ Her hazel eyes held mine. There was no fear in them, apprehension, or caution, just a questioning look ‘Oh I was just calling my daughter. ‘ She laughed. ‘What’s her name?’ ‘Christine Marie. ‘ ‘Oh I see, my name is Marie Christine, but I go by Christine. ‘ I laughed with her over the mistake, and we started talking. She had recently arrived in Quebec to study at the university, music major, living with her grandmother, to save on expenses. We swapped life stories. Her parents where recently. This completely sent Betsy over the edge and she bucked harder and harder, coming like never before all over Jake’s cock.Jake was not going to come. Not now anyway. He made sure she came as hard as she could and when it subsided he withdrew his cock from her and pulled her up off the island and onto to the floor to her knees. Clean your messy come off my cock, bitch he commanded. She willingly did so and moaned as she licked and sucked his cock. After about 2 minutes Jake lifted Betsy up to him. Michele was so happy; the compliments made her feel cheerful but more importantly she loved being in the crowd dressed as a woman. She was slightly turned on by the feel of the lingerie on her body and the sleek sensation of her nylon stockings on her legs. She skittered from here to there joining groups for a quick chat and then moving on to another.It came as no surprise when the Managing Director announced that Michele had been judged the best-dressed man at the party. The best-dressed woman.