I was pretty fit, muscular (I went to the gym four nights a week) and standing at six foot tall, I would venture that I was presented as, all in all, ...uite a good looking guy!I was waiting on the underground platform at a central London station, taking a typical autumn journey home from the centre of London to the outer suburbs, a journey of twenty odd stops which took about an hour. When the train rolled into the station, I stepped into a packed carriage which was already pretty much cheek by. You won't even look at me." I did forgive you. I can forget, Donald. I will. I am looking at you, Donald. Please look at me." Your father won't let me, Ann." Donald, my father is not me. I am not my father." Yes, yes, yes, the great Danny Thomas." He'd waited for her to launch him. He pounced: "How does he introduce me, Ann? Let's see,,,oh yeah, I got it: "And Ann's power mower, (paramour) Donald Hollinger, a beat writer for a great metropolitan newspaper."She used to have to stifle a laugh at. "What's wrong, honey?" she whispered, alarmed."Nothing. Mom." he said in a husky voice.Then she saw him hooking his fingers into his wet shorts. She gaspedwhen she shoved them down, his cock springing free. His prick stood outa good five or six inches, thick and hard. The head was swollen and shesaw the silvery bubbles dripping from the piss hole.Donny stepped out of his shorts, standing naked before his mother, proudand anxious.Marilyn gazed with heat in her eyes at his cock. She was surprised. "Leroy is a guy I go to school with. He has been interested in meeting you." "Why is he interested in meeting me?" I asked. My husband took my hand and pulled me to my feet and said "Don't worry, just go out and get to know him while I take a shower." As I opened my mouth to protest he bent over and kissed me. "Don't worry, now go."I went back into the living room where Leroy had already sat down on the couch. He immediately jumped up and stuck his hand out. "Hi, I am Leroy. I go to school with.