. in fact I almost look like a girl" I said in an irritated and self-deprecating tone. "Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that" Samantha said to me, w...th a nearly knowing look in her eye. "Some boys just have femmy bodies, it’s not their fault”. “And you know what" she said looking me in the eye; "if they want they can capitalize on that seemingly unfair abnormality and turn it into a greater plus than they could have ever imagined". "What the hell are you talking about" I giggled looking at her.. But I’m sure it wasn’t. I watched her fingers wander all over it like she was nonchalantly petting a cat, and I moved in a little closer to watch, and to block the view of anyone who might want to put an end to this little escapade. The train lunged slightly and he pushed himself against her, but as he backed away I saw that she had gotten her whole hand around his shaft. As he pulled away from her she was pulling his cock out in front of him, but eventually let it go. His hand moved to the. He stroked his fingernails against her increasingly swollen pussy through the flimsy material. She opened her thighs wider. He slipped his middle finger under the g-string and instantly felt her wetness. She was soaking. The feeling as her warm flesh enveloped the tip of his finger was extraordinarily powerful and his cock seemed to expand down his trouser leg. For a moment he lost his train of thought and stumbled over his words with the girl across the table. She must have seen. This was a game we play for awhile. He was sitting in there watching TV and snacking. And I sucked his dick very slowly while he was enjoying everything that offered to him. As I was under the table, he didn't see me. He didn't need to. I was just an anonymous cocksucker, a hole for him. Nothing more. Usually, this would go on a couple of hours. There was only one rule: Not make him cum unless he said so. I had to adjust my speed very carefully; fast enough to keep him interested, slow enough.