It may be quirky, but I’m rich — I get to be quirky.’ It was the first time Ida had seen her brother smile, he should’ve done it more often, h...e was quite debonair when he did. Or course, Scott wasn’t telling the entire truth, as he allowed — and encouraged – his girls to find other playmates, but for now, he wanted to shape Ida and mold her — and his niece, if she was as lovely as her mother — into his personal playthings. He had nearly lost control when seeing her for the first time, she knew. Here is what I know. The baggage car is just off the rails and leaning. The dormitory car is on its side. The sleepers are laying on their side in a ravine. The diner is hanging off the bridge and resting partially on the ravine floor. The lounge and the first coach are off the rails leaning heavily, possibly precariously. I can not see the rest of the train from this location.”It took a moment for the dispatcher to respond. He could imagine the dispatcher sitting there picturing the scene and. ’ His whispers sent shivers up my spine, making my fingers flex, resisting the urge to grab and fondle my own breasts. The first probing licks were small, almost timid. But even that slight touch had me arching my back and moaning. As his tongue began to lap at my wetness, I could feel the steady mounting orgasm in my core. Each lick felt like a wave growing two fold and receding by half. I felt dizzy, drunk on pleasure. Oh, God, I needed him. I needed to hold something, grab something. I. She went near one of them and sat down by its side. She took the vessel filled with water in her hand and started sprinkling water at the cow udder. The cow shrugged and moved a bit. All the while I was not watching her moves, but watching her cleavage and the boobs that could be seen from that view. The cleavage opened and closed as she moved her hands. In that sitting posture her boobs are pushing up over her blouse giving the impression that it might spill out any time.As she looked at me.