When I sat down in the carriage, my attention was first drawn to how sticky the floor looked. Perhaps, the result of one too many for someone the nigh... before? But the state of the train wasn’t the only thing that grabbed my attention that night.I lived a good hour away from the city by train, so it gave me a chance to think about what a horrible night I’d had.The last time I’d visited the Velvet Club, I met a wonderful girl by the name of Emily. She was nineteen and the cutest thing you would. She is till tight at her vagina. I kept making her vagina wet for another 7-8 min and then told her to come on my top i.e. cowgirl position as it gives more access to female’s body. She came on my top and started riding me and I kept pressing her boobs and nipples. This went on for 5 min and I was on verge of coming so just told her the same. She told me to just push my penis harder and we almost came together and kept hugging each other and slept off.During the middle of the night, I woke up. What the heck had we done wrong to deserve being split up like this?Oh yeah, and, funnily enough, I didn’t hear anything about any ‘pro-life’ folks gathering outside the courthouse with their placards to demand that the drunk be charged with the murder of the fetus, either. Perhaps a grown man who went drunk driving without caring who he hurt is a harder and more dangerous target for their cowardly hate than a frightened fourteen-year-old who got raped by her father? I don’t mind them bothering. "Oh yea. I got to meet Tiffany earlier when she came by to pick up my Keiko. She's seems like a sweet and beautiful young girl." I swelled a bit with fatherly pride. Then I remembered myself and felt bad for not returning the compliment. I rushed a bit and said, "Thanks. Your daughter turned more than a few heads at the pool earlier too." I kicked myself internally at my creepy compliment. Keiko's dad just laughed. "Yup. She likes to do that. Since she was little, she loved to draw attention in.