Think about something else."I'm going to shower this off," Brenda announced, stepping out of her pants. "Can we get something to eat later?" Restaura...t downstairs is open all night," I replied. "And there's always room service." Good. I feel like I have to practically starve myself for these things. Won't take a minute." She bounded into the bathroom again, and my last look at her was of those lovely long legs, leading up to the perfect cleft of her buttocks.Stop!! Stop this. It's not. That was a minor problem, though.It came down to how the GE P40/Genesis (whichever name you prefer) operated. In reality, what you needed to comfortably put to the ground to haul the California Zephyr/Desert Wind and make the schedule was about 6500 horsepower worth of tractive power. In theory (and practice), this could be easily be handled by two P40’s. Each produced either 4000 bhp of tractive effort in traction mode, or 2928 bhp when the head end power generator was in operation.Since only. Betty’s soft face remained buried in me until he delivered every drop. I could feel the extra weight as Ben laid his body upon Betty’s back. Breath caught he pulled off. As I felt Betty to start doing the same I grasped her arm, not yet l said. Then I pulled at her guiding her over my waiting mouth. I tickled at her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue until the flow of Ben’s seed began to drip in my wanting mouth. Feeling confident I’ve gotten every drop I tossed Betty off of me but only to. The hem of her billowy jogging shorts whispered at the crux of her powerful thighs. His heart pounded, fist matching its pulse. Straining to hear the static of the shower, he turned toward the dresser. Propped himself up with his free hand and closed his eyes as he pumped his dick. Pre-cum wet his shaft with each stroke. He thought of her face as he’d lay her back and penetrate her. Her guard down, dark brown eyes looking into his. Perfect mouth open wide. No. Not like that. Her guard.