"Sure you do." He answered. He blew the horn again. "The game isn't over until we reach your car, or you're out of clothes."Once again I pulled up my ...skirt exposing my panties, this time I hooked the sides of my panties with my thumbs and pushed them down my legs, exposing the dark hair between my legs. I immediately pulled my skirt down and then tossed my panties into the back seat."Now, I'll ask you again. Are you having fun?" No, I don't like it." I answered."Wrong answer." Scott corrected. Me and Fern. Exhausted after an amazing blow job I was so satisfied that I had no energy to move. Fern was lying on my thighs. Her tongue still out and she continued to clean my genitals. Licking and cleaning all the juice that was ever left. I lay still and enjoyed the wet tongue. The occasional “slurp” sounds made me kinky and I was wondering if I had enough stamina to fuck someone like her who is regularly digged by not just other Indians who visit the pub but also so many whites and blacks.. I'm glad I came down here because there are so many people here who need medical care and it gives me a great deal of satisfaction when I can ease their suffering." I'm sorry about what happened in your country." What happened? I've been so busy that I haven't heard any news about the outside world in almost a week." You didn't hear what happened!?" exclaimed Dra. Morella."No. What happened? From the tone of your voice, it must have been something major." You didn't hear about the plane. " Me either," Jill averred with conviction, "How come Amtrak doesn't use these cars on the Broadway Limited?" It runs out of New York City. These trains don't fit under the electric catenary on the Northeast Corridor in many places," he said, "And even if they did, they couldn't fit into the Hudson River tunnels into Penn Station."They sat in silence for a good long time, before Jill asked another question"Couldn't they just expand the tunnels?" she asked."Maybe an ordinary tunnel, they could,".