They slowly gained speed heading up the ridge after crossing the Arkansas. Little Eli sat next to the window looking out over Crow Ridge at all the ca...ttle pens and oil storage tanks. He could see huge herds of cattle grazing, no matter which way he looked. He smiled to himself as he looked the place over. This was his home. This is where they’d buried his mother. This is where he lived, played, worked, and spent his life with his brothers and sisters.His heart swelled with pride at the things. Famous for setting trends for both genders, either bringing people on-board the cyborg train or leading the way with new advances in replacements or designs. What she was doing here, on a public train back home to Lincoln was beyond him.One of the young men up front caught the conductor's eye with his many glances up. At first, he was flattered--the conductor didn't often get compliments on his hanging organic cock, especially when cy-dicks were becoming such a prevalent feature for frequent. This was the night she and her friend arrived at our door. Both of them looked like completely normal people - just like us. Neither looked like wild kinksters, which is why I think we all hit it off so well.We invited them in and made some cocktails and small talk to get comforable before our social lubrication started kicking in. After checking each other out in furtive looks our stares became longer and deeper, our eyes remained in contact and the exchange of smirks and winks became more. My nipples were being sucked, licked and bitten, causing me great pain. His pounding was hard; he slowed one time and nearly came out of me."Don't you dare to stop, bastard, keep it in." I yelled at him.He looked at me and smiled. He then sped up again…Even through the pain, my orgasms were coming at a fast rate. My legs had involuntarily encircled his waist, pulling him into me.Suddenly, he started to breathe heavier and his cum began to jet inside of me, I squeezed his cock with my internal.