It was just perfect. I huddled up close to him, breathing a sigh of relief when he reached for an overhead support because he couldn’t get a seat. T...at would’ve been game over as far as I was concerned – night-night, nurse! But my luck was in. Mind you, he did honk a bit, kind of mothballs and a rotting smell. Still, I wouldn’t have to poke up with it for long because I’d planned to get off at Holborn. We stopped at Covent Garden and I knew there wouldn’t be many getting off there. It was far. I looked exactly like precum... but alot of it. Alot. She kept spurting it out until her entire belly was covered and i began to smell it, a musky aroma i recalled from my own heated masturbation sessions. As if on cue, i felt myself nearing and i pulled out of her tightening vagina.Forgetting that she now had a penis, i went to immediately place my penis on her belly where i could unload my orgasm as i always did. As i pulled out i leaned forward and my penis landed right on top of hers. Hers. The next couple of weeks went past as usual. One day after the tutor had left and schooling was done for the day. Horace noticed his young son staring at the youngest of the slave girls as she cleaned in the living room, naked as usual. Horace noticed a bulge in his sons pants. He had a hard-on. It was the first time Horace had seen his son with one. Girl, you have given my son an erection. Get over here and suck my sons cock. Make him cum so it will go down. Yes, Master Franklin. Richard. I helped her get out and handed her the crutches. She tucked them under her armpits and headed slowly toward the entrance without saying a word. The cast seemed much more out of place here than in the hospital. The people walking along the sidewalk were staring at her as if they had seen a ship in the desert. Feeling their unhealthy interest, she tried to move faster. I stepped up behind her, fearing that she may trip. As she reached the entrance, she stopped and looked back over her shoulder. .