a sheet of gray that grew darker and more menag the further I looked in the dire the train oiowards.
And as I was looking out the window, my eyes briefly dropped down to Andrew’s lap - unsciously, of course - where I noticed a bit of movement under his shorts. I looked away as quickly as I could and saw him move his head a little bit as my head turned away.
“Oh, damn. I’m see. It’s really an unscious habit. I ’t trol it sometimes. If I thought I believed in sex addi, I’d go get treated for it, but - “
“No. Andrew, it’s alright. Everyone does it.” I paused and chose the path I’d like to go. “In fact, most people would act appalled and tell you ‘well, I declare. Why, I’d never.’ and then tell you to go do that in the privacy of the toilet stall, but, holy, I uand pletely and the toilet is disgusting, so you keep on if you want. All I care abht now is this asshole of a storm,” I said, hoping to divert the focus of the moment and make him feel fortable as I glared out the window like an angry old man.
I snuck a gla his face. He was red with surprise and embarrassment.
“Thanks, man,” he said, nervously.
“No problem. Just don’t jizz on me or anything,” I said with a giggle as I opened up the bag between my legs to show him the bottle of Jergens and the pack of Kleenex inside and scooted the bag closer to him.
“Deal,” he pronounced, covertly slipping his big, red, flaming, uncut Scottish dick out of his shorts, releasing a short cloud of male pheromones into the upholstery and suitcase leather-sted train air immediately around our seats. I appreciate very much that our team muchly had the erain to ourselves; it gave the others plenty of room to spread out to other cars, leaving only six people in our car - two of which were in the baear the toilet, one all the front, one dead asleep, and then us, of course. If not for that, my good standing iifiunity may have been sdalized and rui that my moment by the strong st of man fun