Other things were shaping up nicely, all the ladies were under the same gynaecologist, a chap that we had known for some years, including Rose who had... with sparkling eyes, told me that I had put her 'in the club'."Might be twins or triplets the way you go at it, She laughed, and went on to say that now I'd have to support her. She was now living in one of the cottages, so that made it handy for her to get to work. I explained to her that I was delighted and would look after her, and we were. Ours was no exception. Today we had our usual crew hauling us about, Miles was our Big-C and an old head of a conductor, now past his fortieth year on the road, and a mileage hog of the old school, who liked the quiet of taking us out on RIP runs and used his seniority to ensure that he got the job the most often. Jaime was also our usual Big-E diesel driver as well, and he has his whiskers too, having more than twenty years’ experience, but he was no Casey Jones or rapper. Alone of any. She even remembered one occasion, when she had woken to find she was sprawled across his chest. His cock was firmly embedded in her, and he was fucking her slowly, while still asleep.She had wiggled on him, and his hands had taken hold of her hips, and his thrusts had increased. It wasn’t until she sat down on him with her hands on his chest and dug her hips into his thrusts that his eyes suddenly opened.He was obviously confused as to why he had a satyr on his hard cock. But lust soon took. They just wanted her body to be found, brought back for local burial, and have closure in this matter. Vanessa had to spend a few weeks in the hospital's psychiatric unit being heavily sedated and watched constantly. Robert returned to work which was the only outlet for him. His daughter was still missing and presumed dead. His wife slowly going insane while he, himself, was physically and emotionally exhausted. He had put a million dollar reward to her whereabouts. That was all he could do at.