” He says as he reaches up and brushes a strand of stray hair out of my face with the back of his hand before turning around and slowly walking away... “come on, we can go to my room.” He says over his shoulder and I hesitate for a moment.“You’re not some kind of serial killer are you?” I ask feeling stupid as he stops a couple of strides away from me and turns back to face me.“Would I tell you if I was?” He asks, his face serious for a second before he laughs, “no I’m not, I just don’t want your. I noticed they were chatting. I took another step, careful not to "upset" the brunette's ass, which in the end turned out to be impossible, and I rubbed myself against her ass in order to be able to pass. Luckily the red-haired wasn't taking any space, so I hastened my walk towards the bathroom at the end of the carriage.Got to the bathroom, took a leak, but afterwards the memory of the blonde's perfume and the perfect ass that I just touched made my cock grow harder and harder. I imagined. She told me he had a comically small cock, so he may have been trying to prove something to himself. John on the other hand had by her own words a massive long and thick cock, a real BBC stereotype. How big you ask? Well, to be honest she has never given me any measurements, all I know is that she would never let him fuck her unless she was on top, so she could control how much he pushed into her. She has pointed out a huge black cock in a cuckold porn that we watched and told me that the black. It became obvious to each that we were both buying for one and by the end of the first week we each confirmed to the other that we were living alone, she with her cat and me without even my dog that had finally given up the ghost that summer. At the end of our second such week I suggested that we pool our resources and prepare a meal together. “When?” she asked. I replied, “I am hungry now.” “Your place or mine,” she asked with a wry smile. “Whatever makes you comfortable,” offering that.