“Alright,” he grunted as he got up, “What are we going to work on next.” Impulsively, I gave him a hug. “What’s all this about?”I looked...up at him, “Thanks for being so good to me, you’re the best boss and the best neighbor like ever.”“Alright now, no need to get all sappy,” he rubbed my back with one arm and despite his words, he didn’t push me off. He even slipped a finger under the fabric of my tank top in back. Maybe he thought I wouldn’t notice it, but I definitely did. There’s a kind of. The train stops once again. God! More people to pack in. I feel like I'm in a can of sardines. A few get on this way some shuffle that way. My shitty morning was about to change.This gorgeous blond moves in and is now standing right in front of me. My mind now races. “oh, excuse me, sorry to be bumping into you like this but I have nowhere else to stand”. She says this in such a lady like fashion. With an endearing British accent. No problem I reply back in my most thoughtful, polite. I gazed at his perfectly shaped ass cheeks.They looked so soft and tempting, I just wanted to caress them while he drains himself of pee! And then he started to pee, it was just magical.I loved the sight of his cock shooting a thick stream of urine into the bowl. I love the sound it makes when it splashes the water. And I loved the little jerk his hips made when he squeezed the last drops of his precious prick.As my son was about to wear his boxers back I interrupted him by saying, “Honey, can. She lays there frustrated with me inside her for a few seconds and tells me to wait a few minutes here and then meet her in the living room. She climbs out the back seat, looks around and runs back inside. I stroke my cock and watch her ass jiggle; the back of the jersey was stuck in her thong strap....hopefully nobody else saw that. After a few minutes I put my pants back on, climbed out the trunk and made my way to the front door. The neighbor lady yells hi to me from her porch and waves,.