" I've always felt that the modern fashion of cladding locomotives in fairings to improve their aerodynamic performance has taken away much of their r...mance. The enclosed boiler heaters and recycled steam may be cleaner and more efficient but I still recall with nostalgia the clouds of steam shrouding a locomotive as it hauled its way up some bank or other; a sight lost to us today.A waitress appeared. James enquired if I would take tea and I accepted his offer. A further pot, this time of my. Finally both had found the pleasure of full sexual activity. Araya continued to bounce up and down feeling the enjoyment for the first time as her lips clamped the now even larger cock and each thrust brought him closer to ejaculation. She was now feeling her hardened nipples and oblivious to anything else except the continued slapping of flesh , she was not even aware when the cock pumped up its load of white warm sperm deep inside her as at the same time her own love juices gave way and she. Beg me again, maybe I’ll stop. Maybe I’ll let you go.” His hands squeezed my thighs, trying to pry them open as I cried. “Please! Please don’t do this. Please let me go.” His thumbs dug into my inner thighs and the sudden pain took me by surprise for just a second. That was all he needed to spread my knees wide, exposing everything I wanted to keep hidden. I tried to snap my knees closed, but he was already between them. I looked up at him in horror and begged, pleaded for him to stop.. Like a young woman. A lot like my mom in the photo of her and Dad when they started dating that was still on the bookshelf in the living room at home."Pretty good, huh?," said Marcia.I was still reeling. My head was framed in a mass of hair, big curls cascading down to my shoulders. It was a lot lighter than it had been, too. Blond. Blonde. Except for the lipstick I didn't really look like I was wearing makeup at all. In fact, I looked great. In the big fluffy bathrobe I realized with something.