The coach seemed tobe the usual mix of weekenders returning home and business peopleheading out for the following week.Despite his good intentions due...to a couple of bottles of beer, takenearlier, he soon fell asleep.He awoke after about half an hour when the train hit some badlymaintained points. From the fog of sleep he took in his surroundings.Opposite him was sat a middle aged lady in a woollen dress, she wasreading Cosmopolitan, she smiled in amusement at him awakening from hisslumber."You. Gina ran inside and slammed the doors shut.He was breathing hard, eyes wide. Sweat was forming on his hide in the warm air of the house. How far had he run? With his long legs, he must be able to move fast.“Are you hurt?” Gina asked, running her hands over his flanks, looking for wounds. “We have to hide you! Come into the living room. Can you lay down by the couch and stay quiet? The curtains are drawn. No one will see you in there.”She had Kyle settled on the floor and checked for injuries. “I want you here” you grunt, in a voice that instantly makes my knees weak. My mind is reeling, I am totally turned on (again!). I can’t get over how great these last few hours have been, you are like a teenager again, getting hard so quickly, and recovering even quicker it seems. I can’t respond, I just lean into the closed door, sticking my ass towards you as an invitation. You drop to your knees and slide your hands down my hips, caressing the curve of my behind. You have always loved my. Back at the hotel, Trent heard the hiss and splash of running water from the bathroom and took advantage of the situation to retrieve some of his clothing and toiletries from the bedroom. Whilst he was doing so he whistled softly and appreciatively at the sight of the naked young guy in Mikka’s bed, sprawled on his back, dead to the world. He was pale-skinned and so thin that you could see his bones but there was a understated elegance to that lean frame as well. His long fingers were draped.