It was something different from my usual start to the day, and it did have an attractive sort of naughtiness, a slight titillation and benevolent feel...to it, pardon the pun, as the guy taking liberties, was not really in my league, he was someone you guys in Britain would label, 'A Chancer'As there are many sayings that spring to mind, 'Nothing ventured, Nothing gained', best sums up this guys attempt, to have some sort of sexual encounter, on a moving train, with a young beautiful woman, has. As Jessica withdrew her phallus a few inches from his cock-crammed throatand thrust it back in, she wailed in bliss. Moist gloppy sounds emittedfrom his cum-sewer of a hole as Mistress Superior turned him into herpersonal pocket pussy. Her heavy balls smacked against his chin, waitingimpatiently to discharge in his sloppy maw. She gripped the sides of hishead firmly and increased her pace, her bloated, glistening rod glorpingin and out of his lips with great need.Evelyn delivered a firm swat to. .this fetish...I suppose you’d call it. About 30 years earlier I was living in Dallas and driving a delivery truck to make a living. Stopped in rush hour traffic one afternoon, I happen to look over and down at the car next to me. Many times I’ve seen women masturbating, guys getting blowjobs from women, white guys jerking it going down the road; You wouldn’t believe some of the shit I’ve seen sitting up high like that in those trucks. But that afternoon when I looked down, I wasn’t even sure. I love cuddling with my Mum. I skip a load of pages...Saturday October 9th 1979Last night, I was in bed with my Mum when I woke up startled by a strange dream and a funny feeling - I had my first wet dream. I felt myself feeling really good. I had woken up just as I started to notice I was peeing the bed. I wasn't dreaming anymore. I panicked that I was wetting the bed and quickly woke my mum. She pulled down the sheets only to look me in my eyes and say that this was normal. She told me to.