I moved a little away from him but the crowd in the carriage made it difficult to move much. He reminded me of a smart young guy I used to pass every morning on my walk to work in the city where I grew up and had my first job. Xnxx I moved quickly. And then I felt his organ pulsing in rhythmic release, as his man-fluid shot out into my fingers, over his tummy, over the waist-band of his knickers and into the folds of his shirt inside his trousers. When the train came in, I got on next to him. His organ was still erect; now slippery and sensitive, still in my grasp. He was still standing looking over my shoulder but I was so close to him, I could see the pores of his features and the side of his face and ears, beautifully soft and inviting.
