His broad shoulders brushing against mine as the train picked up momentum, sending a jolt through me that made me ever so slightly wet. “Sorry!” h...e said, flashing damn near perfect teeth at me. “No problem!” I replied getting back to my trashy romance novel. A few moments later, he asked, “What are you reading?” Ordinarily, I might get annoyed at some stranger invading my personal space and making inane conversation just to fill the air with noise, but there was something about this guy that. While doing so, he slid those big hands up my shirt and latched fingers to my nipples. That’s when I knew it had become far too late. My moans went louder, but lower toward a growl; my grip on his soft hair grew a touch tighter and I began to slam his face like I wanted mine done. He took in every thrust just the way I would have; all the way down for a while and then just to the cusp of the throat for a bit. The exchange came and went frequently and although my last want could have been to. He thought how anyone could possibly know this since dead men could tell no tales, but he wasn't willing to find out the truth of these common superstitions."Quit your whining Arthur, Brand is but your age and he hasn't the shame to ask of stopping." Came another response, an older voice but not so old as to be mistaken for Jarvins barely managed to reach the teenagers ears through the howling of Skree's winds. He was a man of the south given his ebony appearance, he was a rather short but. I'm just visiting. I bring Ben the things that make his life easier. He pretty self-sufficient but needs special things now and then. His first aid kit is kept supplied anyway. I'm happy in town." I glad you come to see me Sis. I don't dislike everybody and your company is welcome anytime." Ben smiled and gave his sister a little peck on the cheek. Then squeezed her bared tit."Ben, not in front of a stranger!"I closed my mouth only long enough to open it again," I've seen far stranger things..