“Now Jessie,” her mother said. “You know full well that Bernard here is not the only naughty child in this room, don’t you?”“Yes, Mummie,�...�� the little girl said. “And you know that you are being punished too, don’t you?”At this, the little girl began to cry.“So suppose you do what we’ve been practicing at home,” said her mother, “You turn around and bend over, and pull up your dress so Bernard can have a good look at you just as you’ve been having a good look at him.”Tearfully, the little girl. I took my mouth off him to answer yeah but he leaned in and kissed me deep before I had a chance to speak. 'You're good at that' he said, breaking our embrace. 'Will you suck my balls now? I don't wanna cum too soon'. I like being told what to do, especially in that accent of his so I went back down to his crotch taking his balls in my mouth one at a time. They were easily a mouthful each and lightly covered with jet dark hair. They were loose low hangers too which I loved: getting to play with. “Mom! You are so beautiful,” he said kissing me back. I made him lie down on his back and asked him to relax while I moved down to his cock. I licked him and kissed that round head of his cock. With a deepthroat action, I started sucking him; I was good at doing deepthroat and I could easily have his cock fully in my mouth. “Oh fuck! Mom.” He moaned. I gagged on his cock and it was all wet and sloppy. Holding his cock, I rubbed its head on my nipples. “You like that? Your dick rubbing on. ..” she gasped, staring at their bizarre treads.They were worn- very worn. They were worn to the point where you could notice it, the great marble slabs grooved. Nothing could ever do as good a job of showing just how many people had climbed the great stairs of Chicago’s largest train station. The largest train station in the biggest railroad hub in the nation. It also did a good job of showing just how limited Amtrak’s resources were when it came to station restoration; while fascinating, this.