#125426 - The large steering wheel was taller than Amelia herself, covered in intricately carved designs, it had three interwoven circles, connected and surrounded by leather bound handles for manual navigation, beside her a smaller stand that puffed out steam on occasion, a dial and buttons on top. With difficulty Amelia was pulled over a wooden rail and left to roll to her knees, panting and blinking as she strained to get her baring in a sudden pick up of the wind. Obe on the other hand was awake for some time after, his cock, though limp, buried inside the girl as she slept on top of him, listening to her breathing, her warmth reigniting something deep within his core, a desire he had long ago thought lost.