Knock knock knock knock.

Iron wheels rhythmically tapped their rhythm on the rails.

I lay covered with a blanket and listened to the melody that inspired any generation of bards. I was mad.

I do not like trains. Annoyed that they did not send it by plane.

Of course I was alone. Captain daughters never went even in a compartment. To tell you the truth, I always looked with a shudder through the windows of the second-class carriages while I was in command. After many years, everything will still change, and what kind of carriage the car will be, but then, I had no idea how you could go anywhere for a long time, and people around you, all the time and everywhere.

I tried to sleep. The conductor was pretty annoying to me, constantly wondering if everything was alright in me; she called me a “daughter” mawkishly and looked fakely ingratiatingly into the eyes. Surely, Dad paid her to keep an eye on me. And this goat, already an hour after the departure, asked if I would mind if someone got me planted. It caused such a fierce hatred in me that I didn’t even have time to say anything before my “M” door slammed shut again.

- Dear, forgive me for disturbing ... Oh! Batyushka light !!!

I sat naked on the wide shelf that had already been laid out and laid out. Dad called them deluxe suites. For ever, alone with herself, she allowed herself to go to bed naked. But. I couldn’t sleep, so I had a breast massage once again, which was overlooked in the Doctor STOletov’s huge pile of mother’s journals. I really wanted to believe that from such massages the breast will become larger, as described in the magazine, however, until I was very lucky. During these exercises, it became more than just my clitoris, shivering excitedly between tightly compressed legs.

Startled, I covered myself with a sheet, again getting angry more than shame.

- What are you doing ?! Witchmaker!?! - the conductor cautiously tapped her plump leg, blushing, depicting righteous pedagogical anger.

"Everything, I can not vouch for myself." Zaledenev, I uttered. Clearly and with alignment.

- Get out, please. Immediately! - and completely out of place. - I beg.

She looked at me, transfixed and her mouth wide open, silently trying to take a sip of air. Like an old fish, thrown on the beach sand by boys.

- If I repeat, you will brush the latrines with a comb. From here and to Sevastopol! - this is my daddy - somehow I heard the morning conversation with his adjutant.

Surprised by myself, not less than a conductor, I slowly and gracefully rose, allowing the sheet to fall down at my feet. Taking a posture proud and majestic, as taught in sync, when you go to perform on a springboard or a side. I headed straight for her. She backed away. Catching the moment, she took hold of the door handle, wanted to say something appropriate for the moment, but only an unintelligible “Sorry!” Escaped and, squeezing with iron, closed the door. Klats! Closed. Shit Put an additional stopper.

Again shuddered. It turned out - this is my reflection. All crimson. Honestly, the first time I allowed myself this. Eyes dilated. Head tingles from the tide of emotion. Not enough air. Quickly breathing, trying to calm down. Breast rose. Painfully and pleasantly hardened nipples. Excitingly drawn in the stomach.

«Heck! Why aren't you growing at all!?!“- I hit my fist in the mirror, angry at my first size and collapsed on the bed. Stretched her leg up, feeling for the switch - turned on a pleasant, soft blue night lighting.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the image of the terminating member and the voice of my sun-faced youth, echoing my name, echoing my name, clutching an erect orgasmic beginning in my hand, surfaced once again.

In desperation from my own concern, I bit a pillowcase to the creak of my teeth. She rolled over onto her side and pulled her knees up to her chest, putting her hand between her legs, covered her plump intimate lips with a warm palm, feeling the tiny small spots of the newly growing hard hairs.

Gathering my will into a fist, feeling the warmth of my hand and concentrating on it, I began to calm down slowly falling into an alarming dream. Hoping to fall asleep, I pulled the sheet down with my free hand, covering the naked body ...

... I slid down in a dark purple tunnel. The walls around me were alive. Smooth. Slippery. With every moment of gliding the tunnel was getting narrower. It became harder to breathe. The ripple in the walls intensified. I tried to grasp at least something, but only warm mucus was on my hands. And the tunnel was shrinking, absorbing me. I panicked. It was getting hot. Suddenly, I paid attention to the moving hillocks inside the living walls, glowing with a gentle purple light. For some reason I had an association with swollen fly. Holding out my hand, I clutched at such a ledge, hoping to stop the warm glide. But the hand jumped. Surprisingly, a mound, rolling behind the transparent flesh of the tunnel followed me. I tried to grab it again.

As soon as my palm shrank around such a hill, it noticeably increased and hardened. In addition to the hope of salvation, I felt a strange excitement. Carried away, continued to squeeze and rub the ever-increasing hill, trying to grab hold of it more firmly. After all, the more he became, the easier it was to stay.

Quite unexpectedly, a lively mound swelled abruptly and resiliently, smacking wetly and sharply dispersed, and splashed on me with a squish. In place of a burst hillock, in the petals of flesh, a penis pulsating in purple light was sticking out with an elastic sword. Inside me, literally everything fluttered from lust. Still remembering that it is necessary to slow down the glide into the terrible sticky darkness below, I grabbed the glowing organ. He was hot and hard.

It wasn’t very comfortable to hold on, I involuntarily rubbed my penis, trying to grab more conveniently. Living walls moved faster, pulsing in pulsing waves. They still got closer, pushing more and more luminous balls into the surface, which, pulling the translucent slippery flesh, heaved at the surface. I reached out and squeezed another such hill. He also obediently began to harden and noticeably increase in size. And also soon burst, dropping wet and warm petals, splashing my chest and exposing another glowing elastic penis. I felt an exciting shiver all over my body. The walls were getting closer and the light from the living bubbles was getting brighter. Brighter flared and hard penises in my hands. Without realizing what was happening, I succumbed to some kind of surreal temptation and plunged the warm light along with the elastic flesh into my mouth.

The living walls convulsed around me. For some reason I have an association with my own vagina.

I no longer felt suffocation, for moments I gave myself up to fantastic blowjob, slippery flesh and powerful, comprehensive excitement, which I had only in a dream.

The light became quite bright, and the elastic walls finally closed around me. I pulled a member out of my mouth, trying to breathe. But then the second elastic penis, as if alive, took my mouth, giving only a moment to inhale. I could not resist ...

Now I felt hardening balls all over. They themselves rubbed against me, obeying rhythmic contractions of the luminous walls. Wetly sticking the movable member from my mouth and tried to take a deep breath, feeling the slippery and elastic movements along the whole body, I suddenly realized what was about to happen and just stunned with lust.

All slippery, feeling the body swelling hills, fearing to suffocate, I began to wriggle desperately, rubbing my hands more firmly on the members, trying to get out.

And here!

It happened!

I felt how several cocoons opened up at once, wet and hotly pressing hard members into my stomach, shoulders, breasts, and thighs. Everywhere, people poked at me and elastically slid in time with the movement of the walls, erect organs. I was choking and going crazy about ...