“Please put your coats and cases in the overhead racks,” squawked the conductor over the intercom. “We’re one car short this morning and it’... the day before Thanksgiving. We’ll need all the seats we’ve got. Thank you for your cooperation.” FBI Special Agent Jessica Chou rocked her briefcase between her feet. She looked down the platform straining to sense the train approaching Stratford from Milford. The platform was cold and crowded. Pre-holiday impatience rippled through the commuters anxious. We went to the rec room, talked about work and about going on a vacation to Lake Tahoe next summer, and danced to some '50s music on mine weak.Jeri was enjoying the mood, and her body was warmer and her kisses more demanding all the time. After still another drink, we danced to an old Elvis ballad ("Love Me Tender") and she began rubbing the front of my jeans with her hand. I kissed her deeply, and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. "I love you, Jeri," I said as kissed he neck, then her. Just stayed exactly where she was. As I slowly relaxed, her strap on slowly opened me up, causing me to moan slightly as the head slowly eased into me and she lightly pushed a little at a time. after what felt like forever, I suddenly gasped at being fully opened and feeling of the head slip in. As she gently pushed her cock in to the hilt I involuntarily groaned. She gave me a few moments to adjust to being stuffed full of her 2" wide cock, before she started to slowly fuck me, shortly after,. It was just lucky that way.Everything she wore yesterday she purchased using cash I gave her. She wondered if the car she “borrowed” made it back to the co-op and the car’s owner, whoever that was. She left the car on the street near the Blank hotel. The only spot was in a no-parking zone so she was sure it would be cared for and the owner notified. Eventually.Now she had $100,000 plus interest (more every day) in the bank. Even if life was a video game the shock of that much money was.