As I cradle it, it grows in my hand, and I continue to nibble on his earlobe. In less than a minute, he is as hard as he was last night when he was po...nding me silly. I let go and move my hand away. I open up the bottle with an audible "click." As I pour the lube onto my fingers, "Uhh," is all he can get out. "Don't move," I whisper. With my lubed up fingers, I begin to insert them into his little hole. My little hole. My adorable little slut. As I slip in one finger, then a second and. Let me warn you that this story is not about any flash and bang , which is not possible in a crowded local train , but is a real story of voyeur , which I am sure many such frequent travelers in local trains would have either seen or experienced , and I am a believer reading such stuff gives more pleasure than the flash and bang stuff.Well moving ahead with the story :-I could see my friend positioning himself in between the lady by the window and another elderly person sitting on the opposite. I grabbed a T-shirt, sweatshirt, socks and sneakers and walked slowly down the stairs. I loved boot camp and loved the girls I work out with; I just didn’t feel like going tonight. Daddy very rarely let me skip, though. If I was legitimately sick, he would, but I had said I would go three times a week and he had said he would hold me to that. I sat on the stairs and sullenly put on my socks and sneakers. I sighed and dragged my sweatshirt along the floor as I walked to the door. "Come here,". She just sat there with my dick in her mouth for a while and let my dick soften again.I had received a blowjob once before, from my old girlfriend, but it was nothing like this. My girlfriend was rough and had no idea what she was doing. This, this was so much better, it was unbelievable.As my sister stood up, I was still not completely sure what had happened. As she stood there, she smiled down at me, still looking all over my body, especially at my limp cock, which was shining with saliva. .