Lenore saw that the boat trailers were somehow military-looking in appearance. That might have something to do with the tan paint on the trailers and ...stenciled numbers on them, taken with the gray paint on the boats, she told herself. Though the dock itself was largely empty, from the deck of the Joy Redux she could see that they were going to tie up near a fairly large city-like area.Lenore dropped the fenders over the side, and then watched for nails and protrusions that would harm the Joy. Megan’s breath had caught at that. The presence of something inside her sent heatwaves through her body, and she had begun thrusting it in and out of her, rocking against it. Before she knew, she was making quiet mewling noises. Like she had when this had been alpha flesh instead of wood. Megan had been able to feel her peak coming soon, but she’d known the thing that would make it sweeter. The thing that had come with bedding Elvin. She slid her still-damp finger into her tight back. I pinch Martie’s waist with nearly no response so I go under her spandex top and push her stomach, she exhales so I push more then a firm pinch as I hit the foot pedal giving a pulse as I lean pushing the dildo inside her cave. One slow upward move I rub and pinch her sides firmly pushing the top up over her head pausing to kiss her cheek, a soft moan from a very groggy Slut quivering as the pulses course through her legs and thighs. My hands travel down and encounter two points and detour. I switched off the music, but kept earphones in my ear and started listening to their conversation. It was about the usual condition of train. “Where are you going?”, said the younger one to me. “Hmm. Faizabad”, I lied. And this triggered the conversation among us. I commented on the deserted train and they told me it is usually like this. They were nice, talking to me in a gentle way. I found their names were Manish Khanna the elder one, Mayank Khanna the younger. Our conversation changed to.