Palmer. He's the one I was telling you about," said the yard super."Howdy, Mr. Palmer. Harvey's the name. I run a small freight line that's mostly ove... the road trucks. But my pappy was a train man, and so I still run the occasional load from Westcliffe and Walsenburg once a week or so by rail. It's cheaper, if'n you ain't in a big rush to get something shipped out, since I only make the run once a week." Pleased to meet you, Mr. Newman. How can we help you?" Kip replied."Well, I was thinkin' I. She was Liss' favorite teacher. But that video! So stupid! So ugly! So rude!So embarrassing!Liss had been in the creche since she was six, almost all her life she could remember (or cared to). Good little creche girls avoided the more lurid rumors about what was between their legs. They knew that babies came from the nursery. Doctors helped.Liss knew she was not a good girl. She'd used a small mirror to watch herself pee. She'd used it again when she'd had to learn about tampons. And she. I recognised the panties as a pair that I had cum in a few times so it was a turn on to see her wearing them, my cock was solid and I pulled it out resting the waistband under my balls and stood at the end of the bed slowly rubbing my throbbing cock. She was so close and I knew if she woke up I would be busted for sure but being so close to her near naked body was just too much, this was a wank I was going to enjoy.“What the FUCK are you doing?” came the voice from the bed as Emily woke up,. ‘No. Actually, I was just finishing up,’ he said. ‘Will you play a little bit of your song for me?’ I asked. ‘Sure,’ he said as he started drumming. I backed away and watched him from behind. God, he looked so hot when he drummed, I could see the muscles in his back and biceps contracting as he created a sound that clearly reflected his talent and his passion for music. When he finished, he performed one of his signature moves as he threw one of the drum sticks high in the air and caught it.