I knew this man for several years. He was always nice to my friends and me when he first moved in. I don't know how old he really was, but he was not that old, not compared to my parents.nnI graduated from high school and went off to college. In that time, my roommates and I would come home each year for his Halloween parties. He was always funny in all the costumes he and his wife Jeannie would wear. This year was no exception.nnShe liked me a lot also and when Bales, what we always called him, and she threw their parties, you could always expect some surprises. This year was no exception.nnThis year he dressed up in an outfit and called himself "Underwear Man". Wearing long johns underneath and bright, tight red undies over them, he looked perfect. Also, he wore a cape. nnHe emblazoned a large red 'U' on his T-shirt with a circle around it. What was the running joke behind this? Thinking that it was a friend he was going to moon, he mooned the friend's wife. She got to see his fine ass up against the window and he thought it was his friend Rob. Only a few of us really knew what happened and all Jeannie would say is "Wouldn't you all like to know"?nnMy roommates, who didn't know anyone, kept their thoughts to themselves at first. Now before I get ahead of myself, I am 22 and about to graduate along with my roommates from college.nnI, like my roomies, have had our fair share of crazy raw and wild parties okay.

Mandy was the first of the women to open her eyes and look groggily over at the woman tied against the other side of the boxcar. She shook her head and recognized her friend Shirl tied against the wall completely nude. She looked down and saw that all of her clothes were gone too. She tried to move her arms and realized she was tired tightly to the wall of the car just like her friend.nnMandy had no immediately idea of what had happened or how she had become nude tied up in a freight car heading to god knows where. But she knew it wasn't a good idea. As she shook the cobwebs out of her head she wondered what would happen when someone found them. God what would happen if a bum found them. Would he take advantage of them or help them? She didn't know. All she knew was she had to get untied.nnMandy shook her head again and her eyes became clearer. She realized now where she was. Well she realized she was in a freight car but had no idea where the car was going. The smell was of straw, stale piss and shit. It turned her stomach as she took a deep breath and managed to yell, "Shirl! Shirley wake up! Wake up Shirl!"nnShirl didn't move. Mandy struggled with the ropes that held her tightly against the wall.

Evil sometimes wears a pleasant face I have found. nnI strolled across the smoking car to the bar where the woman behind the bar smiled at me, her gold incisor gleaming from her mahogany face. She could have been any age, I suppose, from thirty to seventy. I'd seen her before, but not on every turn. She was polishing immaculately clear heavy tumblers, each with the etched RR symbol and the flutes at the bottom. nn"Your usual smoke, Mr. Richard?" nn"That would be very nice, Francine, thank you." Without waiting for me to reach the polished maple of the surface, she placed the humidor down and flipped back the lid. I smiled back and liberated three of Havana's best tobacco, long, dark, and deliciously aromatic, from their moist protective prison and inserted two of them into my stiff leather case, igniting the third from the match Francine that was holding.nnSometimes I amused my self by pretending that different members of the crew had developed deeper personal relationships than apparent, but seldom was the case. Francine and George were the exception that proved the rule. They had been married and divorced to each other three times.nnPropping my elbow on the bar and leaning back, sipped the sweet heady drink and turned to survey the car. The smoke was layered through the car and the scent of cigars mixed with stale beer oozed from the hard wood walls and the stamped tin ceilings. I dipped the tip of my cigar into my drink and drew another mouthful of the thick richness in, to allow it to flow out through my nose. nnThere were the usual and expected; salesmen, stockmen, a couple of military officers, a man of leisure. My curiosity became piqued when I noticed what I assumed from their complexion were two Indians. These were not turban wearing Sykes but neither were they Cherokee, Lakota, Navaho or any other native nation. While seeing Indians in the smoking car was a first, seeing them dressed in formal European attire was so unusual I caught myself staring and jerked my eyes away, but not before one noticed.

WANT TO FEEL US BECUMMING ONE IN PASSION AND LUST. WANT TO FEEL OUR HOT JUICES MIXING AS YOUR FUCKING MY HOT WET PUSSY WITH YOUR HARD SEXY COCK DEEP INSIDE OF ME FUCKING ME DOGGY STYLE.rnrnWANT TO FEEL YOU BITING MY NECK TO SHOW ME THAT YOU WANT AND CRAVE ME. AS YOUR BEHIND ME SLIDING YOUR SEMI-HARD COCK DEEP INSIDE MY HOT TIGHT ASS. FEELING YOU PULL MY HAIR AS YOU PUMP HARD AND DEEP , YOUR COCK GROWING HARD AND THROBBING ONCE AGAIN.rnrnWANT TO FEEL YOU OWN ME AS YOU SHOOT YOUR HOT LOAD DEEP INSIDE MY HOT TIGHT ASS. NOW WANT TO FEEL YOU COLLASPE ONTO MY BODY AS I FALL TO THE BED. WRAPPING YOUR ARMS AROUND UNDER MY BODY. KISSING MY SHOULDERS AND BITING MY NECK.rnrnWANT TO FEEL YOU WANT ME IN PERSON. WANT TO TO PLEASE YOU LIKE NO OTHER EVER HAS OR WILL