Amidst the swaying of the train carriage, as it rattled along its long dark tunnel, I traced my fingers up the fly of his trousers, until I reached th... top. I released the tongue of his zip and held it, momentarily hesitating, expecting his rejection. There was none. All the sounds of the train and the world around us were blotted-out as my heart pounded in my ears and I was possessed of this young man, held for the moment only by the tongue of his zip between my fingers. In one slow but steady. If you were a fit attractive male with a large cock, you got to enjoy a leasurely life of nice cars big houses and sex with all the attractive women you could ever want. If you were flabby and out of shape or were attractive but had a small cock, you were forced to take more menial jobs as custodians and laborers. If you were in the lower class and you desired sex, you had to save up and pay for it and were still only allowed to have sex with unattractive women. This of course had the almost. I directed my attention below. She was giving an exceptional performance. Her small, delicate hands werealternating back and forth between his cock and balls. Her hands made him look huge when in reality he was just slightly longer than me ( I'm pretty sure I had him in girth though).One hand after another she grabbed the base of his dick and firmly pulled towards the tip as if trying to teaseit into getting even longer. I don't remember losing my towel but I realized that I was stroking myself. The top of the suit was just barely covering her aereolae, and there were infrequent "peeks" of darkness when she would change positions in her chair. I was captivated, to say the least.We spent a fair amount of time at the table - drinking, eating & laughing. The dishwater blonde must have picked up on the seeming chemistry I had with her partner, for she did not play into the flirtations very much. Soon, the pizza was gone - the beer was gone - and Captain Morgan had all but left the.