I asked her if she wanted someone to walk or drive her home. She said that her boyfriend left with some other bimbo. I reached out and took her hand a...nd said lets walk and you can tell me all about it. She hesitated briefly but then followed me out onto the sidewalk."My name is Rob what's yours?" I said."I'm Lindsey" Nice to meet you, do you live near by?"Lindsey replied "No I live in Eagan, but we came into Minneapolis for a friends birthday." Do you mind me asking how old you are?" I'm 22 how. Matt stood up, crossed the room and sat naked, facing us. Now he was the pure voyeur. As Rodney ministered to my doggy position with his hands, Matt played with his own dick. Not with the unthinking wildness of a schoolboy, but slowly savouring every move like the connoisseur of sensuality he is; one who loves and cherishes his cock, massaging it with the sophisticated control I have taught him, aware of every ripple and vein, and every response to the foreplay he was watching.A thought. I only had a Dinner Jacket, frilled shirt and bow tie, but she said that would be fine but she would have to slip into something better to accompany me.She took her bag and entered the closet, closing the door behind her. I knew she would be in there a while, so I quickly changed and lay on the top bunk with my paper.As we passed across some points the train jolted and the closet door sprang, opening just a fraction. She did not notice, but I could see her full reflection in the mirror through. It was an ordinary piece of rolled up tissue paper, but damp and sticky and by the smell I knew what it was. He grinned, knowing I knew what it was 'I did that earlier, after I'd seen you flash your cunt at me, do something exciting and dirty with it'. I opened the ball of damp paper, it was his spunk rolled up inside it, but it had soaked fully into the paper. There really was only one thing I could do (could you think of something else?). I stuffed the spunky wad into my mouth, I chewed it.