She was seeing me continuously but I dint dare to look at her but I knew she was seeing me without a blink in her eyes. I dare a little bit and turned... my head towards her and she suddenly turned her head the other side. after a couple of minutes her hand was slowly moving towards my thigh and she comfortably placed her hand over my thighs and she took my books from my thigh and kept on her lap and turned pages for a while and this time she placed her hand over my thigh very daring and asked me. But I see you with your friend, looking around the train and wondering; I'm there, but I'm listening to my music, oblivious to the world around me. I'm not a threat to you two: I'm no mugger nor a problem. Just a guy on minimum wage travelling home after his shift. I just want my bed and my book.That lingering look you give anyway; just checking before train departs. Seeing if I return it. I don't. It's not that I don't think you're hot, because you're pretty gorgeous: long, bronzed legs, short. For a few seconds Lynn sat there in total awe. Neither of us had ever witnessed a cock that large, even in videos. After a few seconds, Kevin told her to look up which she did obediently. He then asked her to explain her reasons for wanting to be with a black man. It was at this time that she became silent and looked at me nervously. Kevin then explained that if she could be honest about her feeling he would leave. She paused for a moment and then explained that she sought to explore black men. He obviouslysaw my dilemma, chuckled and offered to open it. "Greg, no. I've begun to wear dresses, but please don't treat me like ahelpless woman, uuuu - yet." My knuckles were white from the strain. Finallytiring of this, I handed Greg the jar. "oh poo! Ok, open it, Mr Guyman." Iwatched Greg open it with ease. I felt an odd mix of envy, remorse andadmiration. I just adored the way his biceps bulged as he twisted the cap off.Suddenly, I felt very weak and helpless - and there was a strange.