11 feet tall and puerto rican with short hair I was an average looking kid with mostly average grades and the normal but fun to be around friends. I w...lked into the school looking for only one person the girl of my dreams Kiana Diaz she was about 5.6ft tall with long flowing black hair and the most melon shaped breast in the history of the planet she had tan skin being puerto rican and to top off her appearance she never wore a bra always letting her boobs move around freely under her shirt. It. I look down. Lois is lying back asleep but ... her blouse is open. Craig is fondling her left breast and her bra is pushed up. I start to get up. But before I move I look at Lois’s face again; she is not asleep. Her eyes are closed but her hips are moving. As I watch, I see her tongue lick her lips. Oh shit, I think, what am I seeing?I roll back and look at the ceiling one foot from my face. What do I do? What do I want to do? Should I do anything? The train is rocking. Just rocking. This is. Mike went down on my body biting my nipples and stroking my hard dick. He swallowed my 7 inches in a heartbeat; it was so warm in his mouth. I begged him to turn around so I could suck on his cock. Mike turned and there was his great cock right in my mouth. His head was nice and round and I could taste his pre-cum sliding out of his dick. After I sucked on his rod for a good 10 minutes, I could feel he was about to come so I told him not to waste it. Mike was so understanding as he lubed my ass. To the contrary, I was always distinctly aware that we had an uncommon link. That we laughed at the same things. That often we were even thinking the same thoughts. We found it amusing. I found it endearing and assumed it meant we had a special bond. That we were, in fact, actual soul mates. That rare state of being that so many search for and so few find. I should have known that it was all taking a bad spin when our roles started subtly changing. I was the Master, and she was the sub. Right?.