Well, for the rest of the strap hangers who inhabit his carriage, the journey appears interminable. Richmond, East Richmond, Burnley, Hawthorn, Glenfe...rie, Auburn, the stations seem endless and the crush for standing room never eases off. But, by Box Hill, there is some breathing space and after Mitcham, there is actually one vacant seat. Which is where our inconsiderate buffoon finally lifts his eyes from his book and looks around the carriage.Big mistake!!There, immediately opposite him, is a. Looking up at his face staring down with me, I could see the heat building up in his eyes with anticipation and need. So I would lean forward and once again lick all around his balls for him, never licking onto his ball sacs as he swayed in front of me. Once I knew he couldn't take the torture anymore I would then proceed to suck his balls for him.I would take his balls into my hands and present them to my mouth. And I would then lick his balls with my tongue. I would make long lapping. “Nothing in particular,” I answered, “I’m just listening to you.”The truth was, I couldn’t really think much. His voice and his touch had mesmerised me. I wanted more.---His hand finally reached my crotch, and he started to stroke my cock through my panties. He put one arm around me and pulled me tight, giving me a kiss on my neck while he grasped my shaft with his free hand. I felt very vulnerable, but safe in his arms at the same time. He fumbled around in my panties, releasing my shaft and. Especially when I saw some thick, white sperm start leaking out of Sasha's puppy-making hole, around the edges of Jim's thrusting dick-shaft.And by the way, that sperm-leakage was the only way I could even tell that Jim was orgasming and ejaculating. Because he didn't say a word, or show any other outward signs to indicate that he was orgasming. And from the angle I was at in relation to Jim's body, I couldn't actually see his perineum area, or his anal area, to tell if those related private.