“I would normally eat what they do, not usually particularly good fare, but good for morale, but I had to come into town so I thought I’d have a d...cent meal. But you’re away from Dublin, Sir Jacob.”“I’m on my way south, umm ... sort of holiday,” Jake replied.“If you’ll pardon me, Sir Jacob, I have heard of you, and you have a reputation for attracting, shall we say, attention.” Captain Cockburn smiled.“Very tactful, Captain! You may well be right. But on this occasion ... If I have need of your. For some reason, this year I decided that I would try to find someone less disgusting than the dregs that hang around and I’d make a pass at some guy during the day, some guy that was at least attractive to me. That moment happened around noon. A tall thin guy in grubby clothes came in by himself and walked up to the chow line. I watched him while he moved down the line with his plate. He looked to be in his early 30’s and he had good posture. He was dirty, but didn’t look as filthy like most. My Dear", The Gentleman stuttered in response. He had been lost in the memory of their meeting and hadn't realized the cab had stopped. "And what is the fare for my portage?", he asked with a pleasant smile. he leaned forward in attempt to gage the fare meter which was currently obscured by flailing limbs roughly groping melon tits and rhythmically stroking bald pussy. He noticed Alison had propped her right 5" pointed toe slingback heel on the dashboard next to the fare counter to sit slouch. We had a drink and a couple tokes of Greta's joint. Anyapopped a movie in the VCR and they came over and started fondling bybreasts and whispering sexy things in my ear. The heat in the room wasgrowing and soon they had me on my knees in front of them while theywatched the film and fondled and kissed each other. Greta was stroking myhair and pushing my hair to her crotch. I licked at her through her pantsand she ground her crotch up at my face.Anya got up and told me to show them my chastity.