After crossing the city limit, the lights inside the bus was switched off. I closed the curtains of my window as street lights were interrupting the p...ssenger’s sleep. Most of the curtains were closed and only minute bedroom lights were still on. After a few minutes, I felt the woman’s hand brushing against mine as the bus was moving.I tried moving my hand a little bit away, but still, somehow our hands were brushing against each other. This was a total turn-on for me. I became a little more. I stepped into the dirty sort of hall and he closed the door behind me. He led me to a room with some arm chairs and a table. I guessed it was the sort of living room, but it was untidy. He turned and faced me.“Carl have you been reading my railway magazines before you deliver them?”It was not what I had expected and I didn’t know how he could tell, but he did seem to know I had.“I have like just skipped through them now and then Mr Rogers”“My magazines have been looked at by somebody every. ‘Well, I hope so,’ he said, putting the box down. He sat back down and kissed me again, this time more fully and passionately. Slowly we reclined until we lay next to each other, our hands exploring each others’ bodies. I could feel my passion rising as his hand found my breast and squeezed it. At that moment, I wanted my breasts to be real more than anything. I wanted his hand to touch soft, pliant flesh and knead then under his palm, fondle them, stroke them and caress them. I wanted to feel. His cock looked huge lying across his thigh, and I saw his large balls, which had to be the size of eggs, bulging out in the briefs. I moved my hand back to his cock, and as Larry started to move from side to side again, I saw and felt a big wet spot in his briefs from the oozing precum.With just the thin briefs on, I saw and felt Larry’s foreskin slide back and forth over the head of his cock and also felt the protruding veins that run around his thick cock. Larry was obviously enjoying me.