As my own father and grandfather had seen me like this I stopped worrying and was again taken by surprise when he undid my bra, took it of and shook t...hat too as asked me if I needed another ‘pee’ and to be honest I genuinely did and without hesitation squatted once more in front of him, totally naked now. I felt funny inside as I stood up and he came close, taking a hanky out of his pocket, dipping it in some water and told me he had better make sure I was nice and clean, mesmerized I stood. Mission accomplished, he produces a book from his briefcase and buries himself in it, completely indifferent to the resentment his uncouthness has aroused.Well, for the rest of the strap hangers who inhabit his carriage, the journey appears interminable. Richmond, East Richmond, Burnley, Hawthorn, Glenferrie, Auburn, the stations seem endless and the crush for standing room never eases off. But, by Box Hill, there is some breathing space and after Mitcham, there is actually one vacant seat.. As he set the towel up I kept myself wet and ready, rubbing slowly. I then moved ontop of the towel and watched as he put the condom on his hard cock. I lay with my legs open, nervous but really horny. Mark told me that if it was too painful to let him know and he would stop which made me feel alot better about the whole thing.He leaned over me and kissed me on the lips before moving closer. He took his cock in his hand and began rubbing it up and down my pussy. It was then he began to push. Even my life before that, growing up in France, once so indelibly stamped in my mind, has faded. I can recall little details, much like dredging up tales from a story book read as a child, one that I remember being fond of, but the tale itself had dimmed to a twilight memory. Daily, recollections of another time continue to fade as do, I fear, parts of who I am, or rather was, regardless of how I might wish otherwise. In truth, I suspect my history will soon be entirely lost to me, so I cling.