As he handed Jimmy his coffee he looked down at Jimmy’s exposed cock and couldn’t help but to admire it.“Damn, I see why Jane was so excited, yo... are hung young man, and it appears by the white stuff on your dick that you had my wife first this morning.”“Uh, guilty as charged, and now that we are out in the open, I understand you like cock also?”“Jack laughed, she told you huh; yeah, I do, how do you feel about cock?With the question hanging Jimmy put his coffee on the counter and stepped close. Train was very rush as it was weekend and more travelers were workers who commute daily and the train has many stops, so people do come and go. As so many people got down at the next station, many people got in also. To my surprise, a lady who is for 30 years came and sat near to my seat. I was on phone and didn’t give much importance to her initially and as it was afternoon, it was so hot and journey was so tedious. I didn’t have any bad intention as so many people around and I didn’t talk to. As I recited, the Zibong seemed to stop its endless back and forth motion, as if it was listening. Very strange. I got to the end of the poem and watched in wonder as the Zibong drifted off into the night. Soon it was gone."Why did it do that?" Gaku asked."I really don't know," I replied, "Maybe it is a poetry critic."Gaku chuckled, visibly relieved at seeing the Zibong gone. "Should I stay here?" No," I advised. "Come on down to the campsite. I will keep watch from there."Gaku was more drained. . And then while keeping me mid air, he kept fucking me. I came 3 times against that wall, as he chewed my breasts like they were a baby’s toy, and ravaged my pussy.He finally came inside me, standing there exhausted. I held on to him, wrapping myself around him, also exhausted from the beating my pussy took. It had been amazing.I looked at the clock in my room and it was already 10:30. We heard a distant ring of his phone from his pant pockets, and he came to life. I went inside to wash. He.