.. I walked from the platform and out of the station with you following me obediently. Then I walked down a back alley, stopped, and waited for you t... catch up. We stood for a moment then I ordered you to lift you skirt up and show me your wet pussy, It was still soaking from it's fingering on the train and all ready for cock. I loosened my trousers and pulled down my zip. Wanking my cock I ordered you onto your knees and then roughly pushed my cock in your mouth, pulling you towards me by. It appeared to be just like mine, at least in the dimensions part of it. He is also uncut, but his foreskin isn't as long as mine and it seems to be tighter then mine is. I found myself wondering if his skin still covered his cock head when he was hard."You like what you see, Jimbo?" I heard the question put to me."W-w-what?" I stammered."I've been watching you, watching me. Or rather looking at my cock there, buddy. So, I was wondering if you like what you see here?" and with that he grabbed. "We finished the spliff between us and she reached into a cupboard, extracted a bottle of Courvoisier and opened the bottle of cognac. "Just a quick nightcap before bedtime. You want some?" Before I even answered she poured at least a treble measure into each of our brandy glasses.We clinked glasses, "So little s*s, how did you enjoy your first grown-up party?" She asked as we made our unsteady way into the bedroom, dropping our clothes as we went."We'll it was different, it's not that often. .. and the station was in Mitchell,” he interrupted. “I get it.”“So, can I offer them something?”“My guess is no matter what, they’re short of money. Cash is always useful. How much are you thinking?”“Wasn’t really. A brick [$20] in a jar isn’t appropriate.”“Got your chequebook?”“Yes.”“Are you feeling better?”“Do I sound better?”“Yes. Your stops since Epsilon have sounded more like my Dad. The one with a PSM and a scar on his left arm.”“Yes. Hunting kangaroo and monitor for the band was public.