My dick was hard like a rock. Uncle unbuckled my pant, I was naked from bottom. He started rubbing his dick on my bare soft ass. It felt good. Then he...took me to his bed, I was in a doggy position. He tried to take my ass cherry, but his dick was getting limp. He took some time again tried. But he could not succeed on that day.Then he asked me to go home, threatened me not to tell it to anybody and asked me to come next day. He tried for few days, though pooja Aunty was also at home, but she. JS was the taller girl with red hair freckles and brown eyes. She had pronounced teeth, not huge but her lips never seamed like they were large enough to cover them. Her hair was cut like a boys but longer, she combed it back like Elvis, it could cover her ears but she always tried to push it back behind her ears and in the back just long enough to touch the collar of her shirt. She always dressed in jeans, flannel shirts and sneakers. She made a point to wear T-shirts under her flannel to hide. I did so, and there, about halfway down the page, was the source of Dave's amusement. There was a brief mention of Lightning in a Bottle ... endorsing us as "wholesome entertainers," based on a couple of eyewitness accounts and "a very nice article by Roger Duncan of the Star-Ledger, which speaks of the unshakable moral fiber of the young people in this musical troupe." You hear that?" Dave crowed. "We've got unshakable moral fiber! Unshakable, I tell ya!" He raised his fist and shook it,. .. women's secrets I suppose. I had other fish to fry. I walked the loading dock to the front of the train.I was in ecstasy ... the locomotive was massive, British Green ... and steam!I was immediately accosted by the Guard.When he discovered I was a Yank and not a member of active armed forces he settled in for what he referred to as a coze. I had a lesson in UK trains. The Guard, he pointed to himself was holdover from coaching days. The driver drove. The Guard on passenger trains did not.