I had an altercation with the ticket inspector on Eastbourne Station, “Where in the regulations does it say whores may not travel first class?” I demanded. XXX Cook pulled her smock over head. But she gasped a few times and then said, “Kindly Charles, stop jabbing, nice and slow,” she urged, “We have plenty of time.” and then she said, “Can we get under the bed covers my feet are getting cold?”
“Oh if you must,” I agreed and I let her squirm out from under me. “Aghhhh, it hurts, you monster!” she complained but I was moving easily inside her now grinding my loins against hers. A child’s voice “No mama!” the door opened. She wore nothing else and she stood before me naked and slightly stoop backed with the weight of her udders which hung to her navel.
