He was wearing boxers with a button fly. I undid the buttons and pushed my fingers through them and wrapped them round his shaft. I pulled it out. I s...w the panic in his eyes and he looked from side to side at the other passengers, then back to me. "Undo your jacket" I whispered, and he did, pulling it to either side of us. It wouldn't hide much, but it seemed to calm him a bit.I held his cock, pressed against my belly for a moment, savouring its warmth, then started to slide my hand up and. As the train moves, there it is again, the distinct feel of his shaft pressing against my tight bum. I don't know whether it's intentional or not, but I enjoy it touching me. After a stop and another exchange of passengers, the train starts again and I'm pressed between my gentleman friend and the pole. The hard metal rod presses against my stomach and mound, his shaft presses back against me. The long wait on the platform had dampened my arousal but it now comes back full force. It's hot in. This was really getting scary. Andthen later at school Donny came running up to me and told me that hissister had woken up, was talking and they took more tests and the tumor wasgone. All the meds and chemo stuff have done their job, just in the nickof time. It was unbelievable. So now I had another problem on my hands.This guy apparently was for real so what I want for my second wish.All day I had ideas pop into my head. Money, a car, change my looks, dothis do that. Then at the end of. When we got there, we found it absolutely packed, and there was even a TV news crew at the back.There was to be a ‘private committal’ following the service, which I suppose most people thought would be at a cemetery or crematorium. It wasn’t. It was in our back garden. The small brick building by our back fence, which I had always assumed to be a fancy shed, turned out to be the entrance to a stairway. Grandpa had built a crypt under the end of our garden. So that was where the priest said the.