Newcastle station itself is a dull dreary place, loud and unexciting. But there was one constalation: the toilets. Since there was a 35 minute transfe... time inbetween our trains, I told my friend I had to "go for a slash". I left her on platform 5 with a coffee and made my way to the bogs.I never have high expectations as mostly they are used by the normal transfer croud doing the normal business that toilets were intended for.Entering the bogs, there was a guy in the cubicle and an older man. He was fully in, with the first push. He held it in for a few seconds, his tool felt so hot and hard. I was bent over and with one hand I was holding my right boob. He started full long strokes, pulling out almost fully with each stroke. I was dripping precum and it was smooth and long strokes for the next 5 minutes. Then he pulled out and made me lay on my back and spread my legs by holding my ankles. He positioned his tool on my hole and couldn't enter. I held his tool and positioned it, he. When we came to our opposing houses I waved goodbye and wished Georgia good luck with her training.That afternoon as I was cooking dinner I saw Georgia walking across the street towards her house. She was returning from her soccer training and was wearing short soccer shorts and a tight fitting training shirt. I watched her walk and as I did my eyes diverted to her ass. I had never really appreciated the beauty of Georgia's ass before but watching it as I did made me think that maybe walking. She went outside our marriage to have a sexual relationship with another couple. The fact that it turned out to be with my sister was an anomaly.We sat and chatted about our lives in a bit more depth. Finally, after a second bottle of wine and a lot of remembering and revelations, it was time for Kristy and me to go home.“Petey, now that I’ve found you, I’m not going to lose you, am I?”“No Sis. Never again.”“What about you and Kristy? Are you two going to be OK?”“I honestly don’t know, Sis. I.