With money to burn, me and my friend (lass) decided to get the train from Darlington through to the Metrocentre. If you’ve done this trip, you know ...ou have to transfer at Newcastle. Newcastle station itself is a dull dreary place, loud and unexciting. But there was one constalation: the toilets. Since there was a 35 minute transfer time inbetween our trains, I told my friend I had to ‘go for a slash’. I left her on platform 5 with a coffee and made my way to the bogs. I never have high. "How much are you going to charge me for this?" he finally broke the silence."Umm, I hadn't thought about it, Uncle Barry. How much should I charge?"My uncle spent the next fifteen minutes explaining usage fees, and we agreed on a dime per usage. That might not sound like a lot, but if you consider that in animation, it would take sixty frames every second, and the average usable length of film ran somewhere in excess of fifteen seconds, it added up to something like three hundred and sixty. His exploration still continued to stroke along my buttocks; exploring up and down the crack; moving from my labia to my rosebud. Occasionally, he grabbed my labia lips and holds them for a long time & just rubs them. This was an extremely sensual experience and I found myself reflexively arching my back to allow better access to my clit. I was left breathless and in ecstasy, a word I find myself repeating over and over again to describe this experience.By now, his fingers had travelled to most. She spent quite a bit of time working on Barbie’s ears and neck, then down to her tiny breasts, where she took her time lightly and sensuously working her lips and tongue all the way around each from the very edge, always stopping just short of touching the areoles, then moving to the other one and starting over again. All the while, her hands were roaming around Barbie, tracing her hips, belly and thighs as she ground her pussy directly into Barbie’s. I could tell Barbie was close to an earth.