The valves had been removed from all of them. We couldn’t inform the station staff. It was unmanned except for the morning rush hour.“OK, Margaret... I think I have spare valves. If not, I can take the valves off my bike. I rarely use it. Come on. It isn’t far to my house.”It wasn’t. I was buying a small Victorian end of terrace house about two hundred yards from the station. There was space alongside for the garage and off-road parking for my ancient car.I continued carrying the bags Margaret. . how long have you been into feet?" What?" You heard the question." I'm not."That was when she put down her magazine and pulled back the cuff of the right leg of my shorts with her foot, exposing my granite like shaft sticking straight up for the pair of us to see."So what's this then?" I dunno ... comfort." Hmmm, comfort. You okay there? You're having trouble breathing." I'm fine." You're fine? Of course you are. And you don't like my sexy, smelly feet?" Dunno about that. They're pretty,. I’m frustrated, annoyed that I can’t see. Suddenly, I feel the gentlest touch on my bare skin. The very tips on his fingers, brushing my skin so lightly, so slowly it hurts. I moan again, thrusting, reaching for him in anyway I can. “now now slut, this won’t do. Be patient, or I will stop.”I moan, forcing my body to control itself. His warm lips gently kiss my hard nipples, sending ripples of pleasure down my body. One word, one word, is all I need to cum. All I need is his permission, and I. The only reason he did it at all was because if he didn't use his mouth on me I wouldn't use mine on him.Hal had a nice body and was in pretty good shape. His cock was about the same size as Jerry's, but the cockhead looked a little bigger. Jerry's cock was straight and the length terminated in a cockhead the same circumference as the cock, but Hal's cockhead looked like a plum on the end of his cock and I looked forward to having it in my mouth.I was amazed at how easy it was for me to be.