My glance went to his “thing”, and images were all I had in my head. 'So how big would it be? How thick will it be? Will I be able to take it? How...about a blowjob? Will go down on me?' And then I realized I was getting wet again. I saw him checking out my boobs. I put my bag on my lap. Wet, wet wet, I am again wet.My station just came and I had to get down and to my surprise, he also got down. He was right behind me on the escalator. He came in close to touch me but not touching me. Standing. “Can I come up?” she asked. My mouth went dry. “Yah,” I whispered, “but quietly.” She got up, made her way up the ladder and crawled over me. In the dim light of the alarm clock I saw her pajamas were loose; and there was nothing underneath them. “Let’s do this,” she said, ineptly position her feet near my head. “You watch me, and I’ll watch you.” I smiled. “Okay, fine; but under the covers. I really don’t want dad seeing this.” She nodded. “Just leave it out so I can see it.” I agreed as I. Her mother jerked her head around to face her daughter. “What? Oh ... nothing, dear. I was just talking to myself.”The Wilson siblings weren’t alone for two minutes before they were whispering about their mother’s suggestion that they weren’t learning enough in school. They had stopped talking about school at supper, because it usually got their father on a rant.“What are we gonna do?” asked Bernadette. “I don’t want to have to quit going to school now!”“Just answer her questions,” said Nathan.. With a cough and a blast of saliva, I pulled back off of him and struggled to regain composure."It's alright," he said softly, "take your time...we've got plenty of it."This charged me back up, right away. I grabbed his pole with one hand, and shortly after dragging again with the other, dropped the cigarette in the ashtray and promptly took him into my mouth again. I slid as far down as possible on him, but was careful this time to avoid the spot that had caught me the first time. Sliding back.