"Do you need to take on coal?" she asked. "Where am I gonna get coal from?" Fuck me, thought Tingaling again- for she had a limited vocabulary. She s...ipped Timmy from her front tunnel and turned around, spreading her cheeks and giving Timmy a look at her back door coal shute. "Dig deep," she told him. His locomotive was all slick and he entered her easily, hands on her hips. He shunted in slowly. "Whooo whooo," he said. "Ooooh," she said. "Whoooowhoooo!" he said. "Oooooh!" she said. . Gwendolyn placed me in the chair and quickly stripped the bed and replaced the sheets. As she was doing this I glanced around the room trying to locate my clothes, where ever they were I was not going to find them in this chair. Gwendolyn left the room, I tried to spring to my feet only to find my head would still spin as I stood. Gwendolyn returned and looked at me, it was then I could take in her measurements. Gwendolyn stood about six feet tall, weighed nearly two-twenty, had a transvestite. These were bright yellow and clung to her lower half like a second skin. He almost gasped when his eyes dropped to her crotch and he could see the shape of her sex lips separated by the seam."There you are. I was looking all over for you," Tess said with a mock pout. "Then I looked out the back window and saw you still down in the garden with Mom," she added with a strange smile.Mac could feel his face turning red. Did she see anything? he thought with panic. "Uh... uh... your Mom and I had. I’m a competent navigator. Hardly the best by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ve proven myself dependable. Not everyone can pilot a Sharan flying sand ship. You need to be strong and in-tune with the winds. One mistake can capsize the whole vessel and send it and the crew crashing into the dunes below. The very thought holds a macabre appeal in that it would bring me freedom from the Golden Wind. There is a strong wind coming in from the east. The full force of it will hit us very soon.