She was about to turn around once again when suddenly the train lurched forward. The young man standing behind her leaned forward pressing himself har...der against her and told her not to turn around again. She caught a quick glimpse of the man hand as he pulled her hair away from her shoulder, and noticed that it was not the young man that had been standing behind her, the hand that pulled her hair back was that of a black man. Feeling abit nervous now, Hannah just stared forward waiting to see. ‘His butler. It’s not unusual for man to have a woman as his butler, and Sionnain has been Monty’s for a decade now.’ ‘Monty?’ ‘Sir Charles’ nickname.’ So the man who stirred my libido at our first meeting was really a woman. It was consoling and confusing at the same time. Maurice increased her pace, her body jiggling in exertion, and stroked him faster as well until he wailed and spilled his seed in a plate set up beneath him. Holding herself inside him, she continued pumping him shallowly. So, I had to be creative. It took a while but after some searching I found a great place to park on the street.The street dead-ended at the fence at the back of our school. The house I chose to park in front of was down a bit from an intersecting street so most cars would turn before reaching the end (including Police cars). There was a large Maple Tree that covered my car in shadow from the streetlight at night and the house had a six-foot-tall hedge along the front yard. We never got caught. She's four years younger than Carl, I knew, but no more bratty than the average 11 year old, I guess."Uh, is Carl home?" I asked nervously.She led me into the living room to wait. "I'll get him," she offered."Thanks." I was left with a puzzling image as she practically leaped out of the room with what sounded like a soft cackle of glee.A few moments later she was back, Carl following her into the living room. He was naked, and from the look on his face, and his sister's, I suddenly realized I.