Besides, if she was so opposed to him touching and feeling her ass, the train was so overcrowded that this poor woman standing in front of him didn’... even have the room to turn around to slap his face for being fresh with her ass. With her arms pinned by her side, she didn’t even have the room to raise her arms to hold onto anything. Unable to free her hands to hang on to the strap, to the rail, or to the pole, she was sardined in this crowd of feminine humanity. Yet protected by all the women. He was floating around effortlessly, his hot horny eyes focused on the sky as he furiously pumped his rock-hard teenage cock. Matt was almost as good as his brother, but once in a while, he had to paddle to keep afloat. Bernie was no good at it at all.As with girls, poor Bernie had always tried to keep up with his older brothers in whatever they did, and the jack-off contest was no exception. The kid was valiantly beating away, but he wasn't so good at floating, and he kept getting water in his. You could still find it if knew that it had been there but otherwise it was almost invisible. I took one last look at her stomach - just her stomach - and smiled at her.“Not really, not anymore. I told you that things would work out.”As soon as those words were out of my mouth she launched herself onto my lap again, and was kissing me, without pulling her shirt down or fastening her shorts. Only then did I notice Laura standing by the open door. She didn’t look happy.“Young woman, I don’t think. I mean, didn’t you feel a missing sock? And how do you forget a shirt? Do you usually go around town shirtless?”Grandpa laughed. “Girlfriends’ rooms are like laundry machines. They magically eat items of clothing. No matter how hard you look, you never find the lost item. Then they turn up when you don’t need them.”“Are you taking about clothes or girlfriends?” Rachael asked with a laugh. Shoving the shirts back into the box, she continued, “Was she serious about marriage?”“Seems so. I would.