When I felt his hand find its way onto my buttock I almost squeaked in surprise but I managed to prevent myself from making a sound or moving and alar...ing him. My son slowly and carefully investigated my bum, through the cloth of my shorts, running his hand over both cheeks and gently pushing into my crack but, when I felt his hand move lower and then try to insinuate his fingers in under the leg opening, I thought that enough was enough and I moved and made sort of wake up noises. Mike quickly. "Something like that," replied Imogen. "I'm supposed to meet someone in another car - I should have gotten on the car further down - I don't mean to be a bother but do you think -"But of course Ernie was very happy to oblige, escorting Imogen and carrying her trunk back out of the car, down the track and into another car at the far end. Imogen kept her eyes open as she stepped through the narrow aisle, looking for the right compartment, not sure if she would recognize someone whom she'd never. That big bulge started to fill my hand up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty good, and I liked giving him that feeling, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my first view of his entire cock, knot and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed sort of OK to look and to touch. He was jetting out spurts of liquid now. Some of it splashed his chest fur, and some of it went on the ground. I held on to him, stroked. She would send me sexy pictures on her phone. It was very hot. My story "In her own words" was an email she sent me during this time. She told me of an "Admirer" that she has been seeing through a friend. They would hang out at the friends house and talk, listen to music, nothing more. She told me she would notice as he would watch her, looking her up and down, admiring her nice tits. She would tell me that she knew he has a nice large cock and was good with it because her friend knew and told.