“Is that…it?” I said yes and asked if she wanted to feel it some more. She said yes and I lightly guided her hand and fingers across my limpness... She uttered more and more as she felt the soft features of the limp penis. I told her to stroke it, to pet it. She did and as she did, she became more and more comfortable holding it in her hand. With her blindfold on, she asked me who I was and that she kind of recognized my voice. I did not confirm she knew me one way or another. She smiled either. I waved to everyone as I boarded the train, finding a seat by the window so I could see them for as long as possible. A few minutes later, the train pulled from the station and I was on my way to Helsingborg. I watched my friends disappear as the train rounded a bend and then settled back in my seat.It was odd, but I didn’t have tears in my eyes as I left Göteborg.July 1980, Helsingborg, SwedenI was surprised to see who was on the platform when the train rolled to a stop in Helsingborg. Of. ” he told her. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re not old enough after all. I should put it away.” he said. “No! I guess maybe I am old enough. I was just teasing you.” she said. She took a deep breath and wrapped her fist around the base of it, then bent her head and took it in her mouth. “Oh, yeah, that’s a girl! Suck on it a little, and then see if you can take the whole thing!” She did as he said, and managed to go down a little more than halfway. “Oh, God, that’s great, Misty! . As I approached her I threw out my almost full beer and made sure to give myself a once over to better present myself. When I reached her I asked her if she would like some company, which she gladly accepted. Now, I know what you are thinking, I said she was cute but she was no super model. She had a unique look about her that was hard to describe other than I couldn’t stop looking at her. So, I started in with the usual banter about breaking the ice. “My name is Adam. What’s your name or.