He got off the train and, without a glance back, he hurried away into the morning rush-hour. Xxx I searched for an opening to his shorts but I couldn’t find one in the restricted space in which I was obliged to explore. I watched his face as his eyes closed, his nostrils dilated and the side of his neck flushed. I could hardly believe my senses. There being no stops on this side of the train for a while, I took the opportunity at the next station to free my hand of my umbrella by slipping the handle into the opposite pocket of my coat. I continued to take all this in as best I could, slowly massaging his still erect and sticky organ, round and around in my hand amidst the wet folds of his shorts.




















