No more fish for me. {I remembered living on Cape Cod at age 27 and having a few gay friends. I went to a gay bar and even danced ...with other guys. One guy asked me to slow dance so we did. He rubbed my butt and grinded his cock on me. Nothing much else. I was stoned and loose. I was in another sort of straight bar when this cute little faggot named D. came up and asked to sit on my lap. I was stoned as he sat down , he grabbed my cock and. She could feel herself starting to lose all control and moved to place her hands on his head. Craig's tongue now aimed to caress open her flower bud to reveal her clit. He let his tongue dance lightly upon it and encircled it lovingly. She closed her thighs against his head, locking him onto her clit. Craig felt her holding him as he gently sucked her clit between his lips and into his hot mouth. He then began to lap it with long strokes, up and down the length of it. He could tell she wouldn't. My tongue went up to his perineum. He was trimmed there, which was great for me to get in every nook and cranny. My cock was throbbing and I could hardly touch it for fear of cumming too soon. I was giving this guy a treat, being seduced in public on a moving train. Not only with a sexy babe, but also one who had a secret every guy fantasises about. I was showing him sensations he never knew existed with my tongue moving north to his anus. I flicked over his hole and he twitched in pure. Wesat on the floor, the suitcase between us, and she opened it towardsherself. I couldn't see what was inside."You're just confused is all," said Stacy. "You need something to makeyou feel better and relax." With that she held up a pair of pink, lace-trimmed, full brief nylon panties. They were gorgeous! Slightly sheerwith lace panels and lace trim at the legs and waist. They were themost feminine thing I had ever seen!"Come on, these are my gift to you," said Stacy. "You don't have.