But I do it every night. Shit as I write this, I am all wet. This another time, I was to meet my dad at the station to buy something, I was bout 11 o... sumthing. I took the bus to the station. I was sitting alone and from no where this guy comes and sits next to me. Don’t know if he just got in or was sitting some where else, but he came and sat next to me. Then slowly inch by inch, he started spreading his legs, trying to get comfortable I guess. I kept scooting as much as possible till then I. Growing up, I had at least six stepdads. My sister and brother rarely agreed on anything but we always unified to drive our stepdads off. Randy was kind of a hellion, and he was always getting into real trouble. He stole, drank alcohol and had absolutely no respect for authority.It’s funny because now he has a family of his own and his sons are exactly like he was at that age. I suppose my daughter is just like me as well and that’s karma for you.I remember my brother used to shit in his. ’ The statement rocked him back in his seat. ‘I haven’t told her. She should know, but I don’t want to say it and have her run away.’ ‘I…’ ‘That’s why Joanne didn’t write you off,’ Karen pointed at his face. ‘I don’t know…’ ‘It’s in your eyes. You don’t even have to say her name, do you? You get this far off look.’ He wasn’t sure what the safe thing to say was. He sat back and looked at his hands. ‘Are you going to knock her up?’ ‘Huh,’ his voice cracked. He cringed. The woman was looking at. Please stroke my cock". I did not know what to do!!! Now I was scared! In a minute or two he asked again and I felt him rub my pants looking for my tool. I was not hard but I was not soft either. I finally touched his cock and my smaller hands started masturbating him similarly to how he was doing it. I can't recall what I thought since I never felt anything so disproportionate before. I guess it would be like me trying to stroke a roll of paper towels today in comparison! I knew that it was.