The more he thought the more he worried so he decided to take a leaf out of Alberts book and have a shower. It would take his mind off it a bit and b...sides, he didn’t want to risk giving offence through body odour or worse.The shower gave him something to do and, although he washed himself thoroughly all over, he didn’t dare caress himself intimately as he sometimes did or it could all have been over before Albert even got there. Afterwards he deliberated as to whether he should get properly. " I also have thought about you giving me a blow job, too, though." Oh, sexy, I like that." You do?"I nodded and kissed him before I calmly got down on my knees on the floor. "Sit down."He slowly sat down too and kept his legs spread for me too. "I understand completely why you didn't tell me how you felt, Gerald," I mentioned, taking his wood in my hands. "Although, I still know I wouldn't have ended our friendship or freaked out at all. We already loved each other, so were we close. I might. Her `naked as a newborn baby' pale-white grandmotherly body is covered with amyriad mixture of native paint symbols that you would expect to see only onthe pages of a National Geographic magazine article about African nativetribes. Her small slender body shows the same aged wrinkled appearance as herface. As expected for any woman that is sixty years old, her breasts aresagging. A comparative thought momentary fills my very confused mind as Idecide that I saw semi-naked twenty year old women. “Okay,” she said finally, “fuck teasing you, I want you now.”“Now? We’re on a train.” I can be very dense sometimes.Christina slid out of the seat and stood in front of me, smoothing down the front of her shorts. She made a V of her fingers, rubbing it over her crotch.“Follow me,” she said and walked past.I turned and watched her nice arse and slender legs and knew that I needed to have her right then. I slid out of my seat, checked that nobody was watching us and then followed her through.