I wrote this For a friend, she knows who she is... :) You still don't know if you've done the right thing, getting on this train. Although people seem... to understand your English, most everyone speaks either French or something sounding like Dutch. The carriages, that were full with students when you started the journey south, are now populated by business men and women, blue collar workers, and some odd characters. An older guy in a business suit passes by your compartment, and you wonder if it. “Then fuck my wife, Kathy. She wants you too.”“Yes, I do.” She lay back on the table, her legs dangling off the edge. “Come on,” she purred, patting her lap.I stood between her legs watching her squirm and rubbing her breasts. My pussy ached again, ready for more. Garrett lifted me up so I could quickly climb onto her. I rubbed my pussy up and down the length of the feeldoe, covering it my honey, then lifted it up and slid down slowly.“Jesus, yes,” Anya sighed.Settling fully on top of it, I. “Wetmouth check her out! Hans raise alarm.” I yelled and Har-Hi and I were almost at the same time next to the door leading into our small hygiene facility. Lacking any other weapon I pulled my 45 and Har Hi produced a long knife.Wetmouth said. “She was stung by something. Circuit I need your nanites.”Hans was speaking to the Computronic reporting medical emergency and potential intruder alert.Har-Hi saw it first and pointed it out to me with a stare and a raised eyebrow. It was something small. 30 she was rollingdrunk. I decided it might be time to get out of there and offwe went back to my place. At the front door as I paused to searchfor my keys she thrw her arms around my shoulders and kissedme then leened back and looked at me smiling with a her eyessleepy and drunk. I looked at her for a moment and forgettingthe fact we were still on the doorstep I grabbed her and pulledher to me violently and kissed her forcefully pushing mytongue past her lips and swirling it about in her.