Madison pointed at Mikes stiff cock. Anything?she thought. Give Mike head Dean shrugged, It wouldnt be the first time he has touched let alone sucked...another mans dick. Dean put Mikes cock in his mouth, making it wet. He started rubbing his hand along his shaft while sucking the end. Mike let out loud sighs, He roughly grabbed Deans head and shoved it farther down his cock, deep throating it and forcing dean to make gagging noises too. Which only turned the three of them on even more. Mike. “What’s the problem, my dear,” I said, oozing concern.She waved her hand in the general direction of the station. “Wrong fucking stop!” she declared.I reached into my bag and pulled out a packet of tissues and handed them to her. She took them gratefully and dabbed at her eyes. She gave me a mumbled thanks.“Where were you headed?” I asked her, placing a sympathetic hand on her arm. She named the small town that was the next stop along the line. “No problem,” I told her, “come with me.” And I. I stepped up beside him to see the exquisitely carved butterfly wings better. It was a butterfly with its wings partially opened at rest on a more rally carved lump of wood I recognized as a fence post. There was a traditional pattern engraved on the wings but with a raised overlay of floral vines with tiny five pedaled flowers. It stood at least a foot and a half tall and was made of a rich dark wood. I marveled at his skill and the level of detail in each leaf and petal, the wrinkles and. His breasts bounced slightly ashe walked. All things that seemed strange to one part of his brain andcompletely normal to another part. He felt like two people living in thesame body.He walked along and became aware that his underwear was creeping intohis butt. He resisted the urge to reach back and pull it loose andwondered why he would choose to wear something that would potentiallybecome so uncomfortable. He remembered getting ready that morning. Heshowered, shaved his legs, fixed his hair,.