I left the door and moved back to the lounge, where my enquiring eyes, were drawn back to the staircase downwards’ ‘Below.’I paused, and attemp...ted to peer into the gloom beneath me, but for some reason, unlike the stair going upwards, there appeared to be little light offered. I loitered on the first stair, uncertain?I let my foot tentatively, fall to the next step down, and then I listened, not for noises from below, but for the sound of Adrian’s motorcycle returning. Nothing.And without. I couldn’t help myself and responded.Chloe broke off the kiss and looking at Frank said, “do her Uncle Frank, let me watch as your fist and fuck my mom.”Chloe sat back on the sofa and put one foot on it which made her legs open, her white panties were pulled tight over her mound, with the outline of her crack being clearly visible.I wanted to stop, I should have stopped, but the fact that Chloe was urging us on made me hornier than ever. My cunt had never been so wet as Frank’s fist went. I closed my eyes and wondered if he would disembark at the next station, or whether he would be my companion for the duration of my journey. We sat in silence for the next few hours. The sun had set, and the dusky light that filled the compartment put me at ease. Slowly, I let myself pass from consciousness. … When I awoke, I was warm and comfortable. For a moment, I thought myself to be in my childhood nursery, snug in bed under the glow of the gas lamps. As I came to myself, the sights and. I was extremely paranoid of being exposed and I was lousy at putting on make-up.Also,I had a limited wardrobe.Greg didn't seem to mind any of this.Now that I think about it,all he saw was the top of my head or the back of my wig. Anyway,at a 4th of July party I ran into a gay high-school friend.I was taking pictures to memorialize the event with a nice 35mm.In passing,he asked if I'd be interested in shooting some pictures at a DRAG SHOW for him.I was off that night so I said I would.See,it.