Im glad that I did, because it didnt hurt as much. He was really liking it too because he started moaning. Every now and then he would slow down/ or s...op, to play with my boobs. He took turns either: rubbing them, licking them, or sucking on them. I actually kind of liked that, for some reason my boobs loved the attention they got. It didnt last long and eventually he told me to move. I did and he came on my bed. He cleaned up his mess and left right afterwards. I went to the bathroom because I. I leaned against him and whispered in his ear in reply, “It’s the guy I told you about, he was the one at St Pancras that I flashed my pussy at”.Carl whispered in reply, “You are such a dirty little slut, but I love you”. He rubbed his hand along my exposed thigh, my dress slightly gaping where it buttoned up the front. “Are we going to have some fun on the way home”, I whispered back to him.“Up to you”, he said,” I’m game, just don’t get us thrown off the train or arrested”.I sat in quiet. She grinned, kneeled to either side of my head, and lowered a neatly trimmed pussy onto my eager mouth. My tongue reached out as she slid up and down. One second I was sucking her clit, the next I was eagerly exploring her pussy. Soon she found just the right spot, grinding her clit on my nose while mashing her juicy opening against my mouth for maximum tongue. Her smell and taste sent me over the edge into slow orgasms that built and built as I drowned in delicious pussy. Then she was coming. " Almost three inches. Why though, isn't that normal?" Yeah Shelly, I mean, I'm nothing special. Am I?" Well, how many other guys have you seen around the locker room at school Josh, you must have looked?" Actually, ah, no, I haven't. I'm not gay you know." Well I didn't think you were, for obvious reasons, but take a look the next time, and just because you look doesn't mean that you're gay. I mean, I look at other girls all the time. It doesn't mean anything." Well, if you say so Shelly." Now.