After a few more minutes Robert shifted his position so that he could slide both of his hands under her top, enabling him to favor both of her breasts... with equal attention. He didn't notice the little imperfections in her skin where the scars were located; instead he was losing himself in the moment.He had moved one hand out of her top to begin undoing the buttons when Annie said, "I ... I'm not sure if I'm ready for that, Robert. I don't know if I can let you see my scars yet."Robert stopped. I kissed it and licked it and sucked it into my mouth. My lips gripped it and stroked the ridge of his cock head while my hand rubbed lower. My other hand stroked my hot little cunny. I studied everything about his genitalia: the small slit and the pulpy head and the sharp ridge and the veins and the tube along the bottom and the balls sitting helplessly in the flesh sack. Everything. He came once fairly quickly and I experienced his tart flavor which I didn't care for much, but bringing him. Light sky blues, gentle pinks, and soft beige floral patterns abounded through the car and his compartment. The maroon seat and its matching window shade was a stark contrast to the rest of the car.John settled back into his comfortable sofa as the train started to smoothly accelerate out of the grand old station. He glanced at his old Rolex wristwatch. It was 6:40 on the dot. The train was leaving exactly on time. For all its underfunding, bad equipment, and skeletal system, Amtrak still knew. My main concern had become one of helping the Inglets make sure that the Bustols didn't come back.The TWT people promised to keep an eye on the Inglet situation in perpetuity to be ready to help them in self defense if it became necessary. Frankly, I didn't think that the Bustols would be back.The fighting on Inglet had simply become too expensive to maintain the obscene profits that the criminals on Bustol had come to expect. They were rapidly approaching a break-even situation, at best, so.