First things first I'm not much of a writer, the whole reason I tried towrite my own TG story is to write one I'd like, if others like it toothen that...s win-win in my book. Any feedback is welcome, I'll keepwriting for my own joy, but will keep submitting work at the request ofothers, plot ideas and pointers are welcome too.Playing both sides. By gentleman JimChanging on the train.Rick sat on his seat in the back of the quiet train that was speeding onits way to the big city of London, the. I was always a loner, I enjoyed my own company, and I would go out on my bike for rides and seek out opportunities to feed my panty and upskirt fetish. One day I stumbled across a country park which looked like it was used by ramblers and dog walkers, a few cars s**ttered around the car park and a small toilet block in the corner. Those were the days that there was an abundance of public toilets, sadly most are gone now.This was to be my first ‘male’ experience although I didn’t know it at the. She sat up and they kissed again. “I guess we’d better get moving” she said, and began to pull on her skirt, without bothering with her thong. “Where did my knickers end up?” she smiled, looking around her – then she paused. “What was that noise?” she whispered urgently “There’s someone next door”. Quick, make yourself decent”, and she quickly grabbed her blouse and began to do it up. But Mr Johnson, pulling on his trousers and shirt, had noticed the gap in the sliding doors. “Hold on a. .. I was just in the nick of time!" hejoked with Jessie."Scott right? Thanks for stepping in there. I was about to go off onthose two. The old guy should feel lucky I didn't pound him into thepavement!" Jessie emotionally replied."Well you do have spunk, that's for sure," Scott stated. He found thewhole feisty, tough girl thing a turn on."Now where did the cart hit you?" On my right knee area. It still hurts pretty badly," Jessie said as thetears still flowed from his eyes."Where? here?" Scott.