She had to get home. To theshadow of those hills where things made sense.It was after the morning rush, but before lunch when she finally madeit onto ...he train. She nodded and smiled at a few of the passengers,glad that none of them tried to talk to her, or expected her to talk.The train was mostly quiet and she easily found a seat with a table toherself.As the train pulled away she carefully put her earphones in. She wasworried she might derail the train. As Kate Bush began singing shecould. ‘You think if he’d been wearing his seatbelt…?’ Simon asked. Both firemen felt a little depressed, they always did when fatalities were involved. ‘Probably. Too late now.’ They logged off their shift and left the station. John quietly asked, ‘Pub?’ and Simon simply nodded. ‘You get used to it, you know,’ John told him as they walked the hundred yards down the road to the Cross Keys, the local pub where most of the fire crews went after their shifts. ‘Hmm?’ ‘The deaths. It happens, and you get. ‘Darn, my hands are really scraped up.’ ‘OK, let’s try it this way.’ I held her upper arm to keep her steady as she picked herself up. She took a couple steps and then staggered, almost going down, and I threw an arm around her waist. Not a big waist, I noticed in passing. She let me take her light weight. ‘You hit your head or something?’ ‘No, I think it’s just adrenaline aftershocks. That was scary.’ ‘No kidding.’ I dropped the tailgate and half lifted her onto it. ‘Just sit there for a few. I noticed at this, Emma licking her lips and an mmh escaped her lips."Like the taste of cum, do we?" I asked.She never even turned her head as she nodded, obviously to engrossed in the scenes before her. I reached over and placed my hand just above her knee. Just a small amount of pressure was needed to have her open her legs. I climbed down on to my knees and crawled between her legs. I began kissing lightly her thighs and started travelling those kisses towards her panty covered cunt.She.