All I have left from those bittersweet days is a bunch of faded dusty memories.But, even yet, every once in a while, usually late at night, I find mys...lf imagining I can still hear the comforting sound of an old Southern Pacific Freight Train as it pulls out of the Railroad Yard gathering speed on its way through the comforting darkness of the desert. Ah, well... , memories...I don't know why, but of late, I catch myself thinking back with a special fondness to the youngest hobo, a young boy. Pulling my arm over her body, she settled down. Her nude body against me did not help me go to sleep, before long, she was asleep, my cock pushed against her legs, she lifted one up and it slipped in between her legs. Sleep finally came, but not before my hand was cupping her one breast. She woke before me, liked what I was doing, turning slowly, reaching between her legs, guiding me up inside her, she began to slowly move back and forth. My eyes opened slowly, what was happening suddenly hit. We should fuck and sleep, no?’ I followed her up a large stairway to a huge bedroom with a massive bed. The sheets were silk and turned down. Greta stood next to me, her hand on my arse. ‘I like silk sheets – I am a hedonist, yes. Take off that dress and let Greta see you.’ I stripped off and she walked around me, touching me, cupping my breasts, squeezing my nipples until I gasped softly which made her smile. She stepped back and slowly undressed herself as I watched. ‘I like you to watch.’ ‘I. We had a free place to stay, free lift tickets and all we had to do was let this guy watch us Kip and I fuck.I love watching and being watched so that part didn’t bother me. Who is the guy?The guy is a last fifties, married (to a woman), Wall Street guy who has a monster house in Aspen. He also has a condo on the snow. Super rich, like crazy rich. Some Denver friends of Kip’s that I have met go out there and perform for him a few times a year when the Wall Street Daddy is in town. Wall Street.