Lays his left palm, too, ona firm muscle, strokes down, palms on hard stomach, almost that far,then leaning forward slides his hands to Jean-Pierre's ...houlders, feelshis friend's shaft touching his belly, leans forward still to kiss.Now Jean-Pierre reaches, his hands on Peter's rear, gently pulling thewaistband of the tap pants, Peter leaning deeper into the kiss so JeanPierre can slide them free, then leaning back, and feels Jean Pierreslowly slide in: one gasps, one moans.Slowly slide in,. He apologised the first few times and I told him not to worry. Then a few times he bumped me when the train didn't lurch.He didn't apologise but I said very quietly don't worry. He pressed against me and I pressed back. I soon got a huge hard-on.He reached behind himself and put his hand on my stiff cock. No one could see anything because the carriage was so crowded.He kept his hand on my cock and started to fondle me through my trousers. I whispered in his ear 'nice aftershave.' He held my. Bringing the game to a tie; my breathing is shallow as your mouth roves over my neck, and up to my ear. “Are you ready to concede?” “Never,” I gasp, your fingers sliding into the waistband of my jeans. The game goes into overtime, and within the first minute your team scores the winning goal. I groan, knowing that I have lost the bet. You turn off the TV, and turn to face me. “I’m ready to collect,” you say, as you work my jeans over my hips. “Wait, I’m not ready, I mean, I have to go the. ”Turning to Ursor I nod to the group who had moved ahead of us. We start walking when Ursor says. “What is going on?”I discreetly nod to a few groups around us. “Every low level AE User and Human in a few block radius have disappeared or more like fled. All of the people around us are trying to discreetly watch us waiting for some sign. I can’t tell if it is us they are looking at or the Headmaster or worse his grand-daughter. We need to be ready Kezaban and the Headmaster both have pick up on.