He asked me to return the favor, so I sent him a pic of myself. He e-mailed me that he had the hots for girls with long dark hair, dark eyes, and smoo...h, coffee-colored skin, like me.Dylan said he lives down on the river, in a small, neat house with a wraparound porch with a set of steps out back onto his dock onto the river. He says he has a boat, too, and we could go out in the boat to the island down the river when we get together.Although it's tempting, I think we should meet in the coffee. I thrust my hips forward, offering myself to this stranger, this guy I had hardly spoken to.His response was more urgent. He undid his belt and buttons, freeing his hard cock to spring up against his pants. His prick pushed up through the fabric, giving me a preview of the treat that was in store. Long and thick, it leaked pre cum which I was just dying to taste. We both almost lost it at this point - ready to leap on one another, regardless of the fact we were in a public space. Only the train. Sucking in gently on it, he was rewarded by a coo of pleasure: "Ooh that was nice!" Deshawn, suddenly emboldened, began gently massaging Jane's clit with his tongue instead of licking blindly at her vaginal area. Jane's eyed rolled back in her head as Deshawn gradually increased his speed. "Oh shit! That feels so fucking..." Jane's profane tirade was cut off by the deep intense of waves of pleasure building within her. Deshawn sensing the change in Jane's reaction varied his attack by licking. It was about time to get back to work. I had no problem putting the Greens away, even if they were taking care of me. Without their 'help' I wouldn't need taking care of at all.Dinner that night was late, so I was beginning to think I had pissed them off, and that was fine as well. A nice long prison stay was just the vacation for them and their pet Barry, I decided.Dinner finally came, it was some Italian dish with pasta and tomato sauce. I really didn't care for it, but I had to admit it was.