Her name was Georgia, and at age 40 she was still in good shape being 5’5 and 128 lbs. My friends in high school said she looked like Marilyn Monroe...with red hair and C-cup tits. I didn't really see it, I just saw mom. She insisted on calling me every other week to see if I needed or wanted anything, that or talk for a while. Most of the time, I think she was a little lonely, which I didn't really get that much. She was seeing some douche bag from a few doors down. Jimmy, his name was, was a. I was hot and wet as he drove his fingers into me. At his mercy, I clung to the stairwell, begging my knees not to buckle. My brain told me to force him to stop, that this was not what I wanted, but my body seemed frozen to the spot only able to move when he commanded it to. Rough hands went underneath my shirt, finding my bra and going under it, lifting up my shirt wholly so he could bite my nipple. They stood at attention, and he continued to punish me, finger fucking me and alternating. We all stand there in the packed train - people start to talk. I check my watch half and hour goes by - then an hour - another announcement - the driver still doesn’t know how long we'll be there. He's still facing me - but starting to look rather anxious and sweating - I ask if he's OK. He looks annoyed - and answers that he's perfectly fine - just got an important meeting to go to. I say - sorry - he looks a bit sheepish - then says that actually he was starting to regret having the. Gawd." I sure do feel full of energy, though," June said, and Philip couldn't help but laugh when she impulsively began jumping on the bed. "What are we going to do today? What are we going to do today?" she chanted as she bounced."I don't know," Philip said, pondering the situation. "Do you want to get something to eat?" Ice cream! Ice cream!" chanted June happily. She found herself enjoying playing the role of a hyper kid.Philip chuckled and decided to indulge her. She was having so.