George finally got to the front of the line.“Maggie, you’re looking as good as ever,” George smiled.“And you, George, look older every day,”...she said, “Where’s your old man?”“I’m on my own this trip,” he said, “Got into college early, on my way to L.A ... I walked into some trouble and an additional party and I want to take a different train. Can we move my Southwest Chief reservations to the Desert Wind?”“You know it’s about nine hours slower and oft-” she started, “Hell, like I need to tell. I shivered, loving cumming with a dick. It was so hot occupying the wicker body of the feyhound and using it as my proxy. It sent such powerful pulses through me. I enjoyed being fucked in my real body, but I also loved doing the plowing.It was—A woman screamed outside then cut off.My ears pricked. I lifted my head, staring at the window.“What was that?” Kora asked, the blonde sitting up, my bedmaid, Greta, face buried between my sister-wife’s thighs, the sex slave’s golden-blonde pigtails. Oh they were good. Sure, fruit salad was easy to do, but each piece of fruit tasted as if it had just been picked and sliced today. Yum. After I finished my last bite, I headed to my room. Which bikini did I want to wear? Hmm. A-ha! The metallic white one with the gold chains would be perfect. The top was white and caught the sunlight perfectly. The bottom was a matching white, but wide gold hoops held the bottom together on each side. I tied a white sarong around my bikini before I left for. Arriving at my apartment I put my key in the lock but it didn't seem tofit. As I tried again the door opened and a woman poked her head out."What are you trying to do" she shouted. "Um I'm trying to get into myapartment, who are you?" I replied."I'm not telling you my name," she reprimanded. "This is my place and ifyou don't leave I'll call the police."Trying to placate her I took a step backwards and said, "Please believeme I've lived here for the last eighteen months." Well I know that's a.