One hand unlocks the car door while the other hatefully makes a text. 'Are you home?' It doesn't take long to get a reply. 'Yeah, watching some footy ...ith the mates.' Immediately after another comes. 'You ever gonna show?' 'I'm coming,' is the response, but I didn't think about who I'm sending it to. 'I'd like to witness that.' He even tosses a winky face afterwards for good measure. I scold myself for finding it cute the way he flirts with me. Hell, I find everything he does cute and. I slowly opened my eyes and found a boy around 18 years who was sitting in the side berth when I got into the train. I did not move but observing the boy from half closed eyes. He called me in soft voice and I did not react. He started pressing softly on my penis over my jeans. Slowly my penis started hardening and it formed a tent to the right side of my pant. That boy slowly pulled by zip down and placed his hand inside my pant and touched my penis and tried to pull it out, as I was wearing a. Helen promised to 'obey' – which I hadn't expected – when I asked later ;"What can I say? I'm an old-fashioned girl."Greg spoke briefly and movingly about working at being in love, and honesty, and facing problems together. The choir was good, as was the organist, though I was a little taken aback as we left the church; he played 'Wedding day at Troldhaugen' on the piano, rather than the organ.At the reception – I think it's reasonable to call it that, though I hadn't really expected there to. He didn’t say a word, just stood up walked past me and locked the door then sat back on the bed. I dropped my boxers without hesitation but this time I knew he wanted more than a show. I walked over to him dropped to my knees and reached for his pants. I pulled down the front of his pants and reached for his warm semi hard cock and pulled it out in front of me just inches from my mouth, about 8” in length and bigger than mine. I looked up at him, he smiled “I hope this is the first of many” he.