He helped her from the machine and after making themselves decent they went across to the kitchen where Bessie got them a meat pie each to rebuild their strength. Okxxx A strangled cry and a trace of blood in the moisture, then all was adjusted and as he stoked the boiler the machine got slowly into its stride, Hissssss Pock Hissssss Pock, struggling with the resistance of her tight cunt walls. “What do you think Mr Stephenson?” asked Alice. He watched the woman’s face the pleasure writ large on her countenance, and he felt real pride in his achievements. The weeks passed, the stores filled with fucking machines, George’s other projects were set aside, the part finished railway engine, and his Rocket pushed outside to rust in the Tyneside mists.
