Whoa, whoa, whoa—not almost like he was saying—he said it to me without moving his lips. I swear he did. I heard it. It wasn't my imagination. Am ...I that drunk? I glared at him for a moment, expressionless. I raised my glass and took a massive swig, eyes unfaltering.Jack grinned softly, walking to the corner pocket. Skillfully, he whipped his cue behind him, bent backward over the table, and aimed his cue sharply at the 8-ball. "Corner pocket," he chimed. Snapping his right arm to the left, the. With jeans and thigh length fur coat, I was ready to go.The undershirt covered the bra only from the bottom as it was small.Then I boarded the bus. It was packed with school children and job going people. I was to stand in there because there was no empty seat and even no space to stand. Gradually the crowd adjusted. I was standing nearly at the emergency window corner before the last big seat.I didn’t notice it yet but it was shocking for me what happened next. I was standing between two males. Furious is how I’d describe it.Looking down at his bobbing head, I could see his right down the front of his speedo (no drawstring troubles there) and he was pounding away at his man meat.Unlike a porno, I wasn’t going to last long with this guy working my cock over so enthusiastically. For a split second he took his mouth off my cock and told me to warn him when I was getting close. I said OK and about twenty seconds later, I warned him that was getting close.He started pounding his cock. Even if something dramatic did happen, I wouldn't have noticed. My thoughts were only about two things. First, why was my dad so depressed and snippy. Second, how was I going to play with his very large member? The day seemed to drag on and on. When 12:30 came around, I put my books in my backpack and slung it over my shoulder, and off I went. I had a half day for the work program I was and headed out the door. The drive home was a vague memory, as i racked my brain, trying to find an answer.