I know most people would absolutely hate living so close to a train track, but I have all my life. I’m used to it, I even find them soothing. Hell, ...t’s fucking loud, and heavy. I feel my bed shaking slightly. I can’t help but giggle, the idea of one of those coin-op vibrating beds spring to mind. Even with the loudness of the train, the crickets seem to fight to be louder. Chirping away, minding their own business, doing their own thing, singing the song of crickets. Toot-Toot! God damn that. We’ll call her ‘Fleur’. Fleur was the type that would have small windows where she would appear on Literotica, post photos, and then disappear. Her pictures stirred up a storm of replies which made it hard to message her and get on her radar. In the past he most she had posted before was her in skirts, lingerie, and would let a nipple slip into a shot. Recently she started posting on the Amateur Picture forum with well groomed jet black hair, pale skin, and was very fit. Fleur’s posted started. Seems that really brought her out of her shell. After that it didn't take long for Beth and Angela to come out and strip off their suits too. Then they started in on Mary and me." Wow. Nancy, I have to tell you, I don't know when was the last time I was this turned on. I'm so fucking hard." I'm glad, Bill. I just wish I was there to share your dick! But I have a feeling you'll be able to get another erection by the time I come home tomorrow." I think I can manage. So what happened next?" The. Too delicious. He was down in his laboratory, what he called the underground room where he kept his research. His latest case file was open in front of him letting him relive every glorious moment, he was looking at the before and after pictures of his experiment. She had been beautiful, he still felt a twinge of desire when he thought of her, of the way she had responded to him. Of her defiance. Of her impudence. She had lasted a lot longer than some. He remembered the first girl, the girl.