I opened the door, (with its preverbal creek) and there in front of me stood the most ravishing, intensely striking girl/ woman I had ever set my eyes...upon. She was angelic. I swore she was an angel.“Hello,” she said in a voice I was certain Miriam (Mose’s sister in the Bible) would have sounded like. Soothing, with only the hesitancy of the sensitivity one would have for other’s needs. Flawless in its tone. Spontaneous in its rhythm.“Hello,” I replied staring at this hauntingly peaceful. There was a small crowd of people descending from a train platform, several of them heading to the restroom I had just exited. A'moth had timed this pretty close.It was a typical Amtrak station. There was a voice over a speaker system announcing that Train-8205 had now arrived from Denver. Isabelle and A'moth walked out of a women's restroom a short distance away, and we all casually carried our bags to a nearby long-term parking lot and a waiting car.A'moth drove. We were soon heading east on. You can taste the excitement in the slight salty tang. The cock is rock hard and throbbing. You’ve often closed your eyes before but never done this blindfolded. Things feel so different, senses heightened. Maybe it’s the room but the sensations feel different, the smells, the tastes somehow exotic. Wow…It feels like that first time in dress up. Concentrate girl. Back to business. You can’t see anything but you know what you’re doing as you slowly draw him into your mouth and start caressing. Never had I ever felt something so incredible; I had never even felt someone put their mouth around my dick. After about a minute of sloppy dick sucking, Jamal grabbed the boy by the hair and yanked him backwards.Huge piles of spit and slobber ran out of his mouth as my rock hard dick twitched in the air."That's enough, faggot. It's about time that both of you learned that serving black is more pleasurable than being serviced yourselves!" The gang of black men all gathered around us in a half.