I make the most of my sitting in these rather comfy cabin chairs by gazing out over the canyon. Seldom do I choose to offer a glance to my equally les...s-than-talkative companion, who when I do look is never breaking her stare at me. The cabin feels almost claustrophobic, the two of its only occupiers, the brief amount of luggage neatly stored away above us. The smoke freely passes the window occasionally, followed alongside a sharp low tone of the train’s whistle. Two hours, beautiful landscape,. I want to touch... things." That's my job." he said. "How does this feel?"He ran his hands up and over her breasts, making them go in circles. His palms sc****d her nipples and she felt little electric shocks go fromthem to her pussy."Unngggg" she moaned. "Good... that feels good."He kept doing that and then put his fingers on her nipples, squeezingthem and pulling on them. Instinct kicked in and her heels drew up,smacking into her buttocks while her knees lay out. She realized she wasexposing. All around them in the sparse shade lay silent men on stretchers and the stained debris of the overtaxed hospital.Mrs. Williams, tight lipped and unusually tense, helped her older son up to the driver's seat and then lifted her long skirt and stepped on the spokes of the off wheel to get up beside him. The younger boy and his sister clambered to the worn board behind them.Fifteen-year-old Seth looked about and shook his head. He had never seen so many men with a missing arm or leg, some. His wife bent down and got the camera out of the low draw. I noticed her skirt ride up and she had no knickers on. My boss noticed I was looking and said “You like the look of that?” “Definately” the words coming out quicker than i expected. “MMMMM...” His wife said. She lent back on the desk in front of us with the camera and slid onto it. Spreading her legs wide then slipping her skirt up revealing her sopping wet pussy. She slipped her fingers in and out of herself, put the camera down for a.