"She started to argue. I just shook my head. Once again her face lit up in a smile, "Okay." Let's go," I said leading her down to the doors. We were t...he first people off the train. I saw two trackmen under the car whacking the wheels with an iron bar and prying at the brakes. I guess if it doesn't fall off when they whack it, it is okay.There was a grill right outside the station. We hurried over and ordered lunch, telling the waitress we needed to catch a train. She smiled; I'm sure having. Using both his hands Tim went from lubing up his friends cock, to effectively giving him a handjob and Dan was enjoying it. While I was enjoying the show, I knew Dan wouldn't last long and I wanted him in my arse.I came around to their side of the breakfast bar and after separating them, I made Dan back up and I bent over the kitchen bench. My arse had been prepared and was shaved smooth, the jockstrap I was wearing gave Dan easy access and he didn't need instructions. I felt one hand on my. Millington gazed out of the car window, looking at the familiar hustle and bustle of a London morning. Why was it that some things stayed the same and then others seemingly altered overnight? And why was it invariably the good stuff, like Philippa, that changed?At work, Philippa teased him by wearing pencil skirts, either black or pinstriped. Millington had a thing for pinstripe; he also liked stockings and suspenders and Philippa obliged on that score, too. Truthfully, if Millington had. It didn’t help matters that Heather seemed to be enjoying the show also and was wiggling ever so slowly back and forth on my lap making me even harder. I’m sure she could tell I was turned on by this, given her position. I suddenly realized that I had been unconsciously rubbing Heathers ass while watching Dave spank Sharon. Heather didn’t seem to mind, so I didn’t stop. I also noted that Sharon’s ass seemed to be way up in the air compared to way I had Heather across my lap. Dave.