It’s the yummy scruffy guy, gesturing and arguing with somebody. He is pointing and getting quite animated over something. Next thing he has stormed...away from his seat, looking very angry and heading back towards my end of the carriage. I stare back into my magazine, but hear his footsteps getting louder and closer before I see in my periphery vision that he has crashed down directly opposite me. I feel myself blush, but decide that I am not going to look at him, well not yet at least. After a. “True” he smiled as the door opened. He walked over to the bathroom cabinet and took out his toothbrush. “Thanks” he nodded, holding it aloft, as if to prove he was on a genuine toothbrush retrieval exercise. Strangely he was averting his eyes. I was confused, actually I was disappointed, I wanted him to stare at me, to ogle my naked wet body.“What’s the matter?” I asked. “Gone shy all of a sudden?”“It’s ok to look” I assured him. As he glanced down at me, I ran my fingers provocatively across. I kept my neck near to his face. We were taking about the movie, while talking his lips was touching my neck. We loved each other, he started kissing me. He asked me are you OK with it, I said its fine. He started using his hands on my body rubbing; amazing feeling for me. He told me that he was very happy when I kissed him on helicopter. I turned my face and kissed him again on his lips. I could see his eyes with tears. He started kissing me too. We turned off the TV and went to bed.He thrown. “Rub it in, little slut,” he demands. I grasp the dildo with my hand, smoothing the cold lube all over it. I pump my hand up and down the long shaft a few times, my mind in overdrive. The smaller of the two, meant for my ass, is just as huge as Patrick. The bigger one is nothing short of monstrous. I can’t imagine my tiny body being able to accommodate both of these massive dildos at the same time. Patrick chuckles at the look of concern on my face.“You can do it,” he encourages. He helps me.