wild twink doggie He snuggled closer and started stroking my leg in an absent minded
kind of way, fairly innocently near my knee. The arm of the seat was
getting in our way, luckily they hinge back, so I lifted it and took
the opportunity to slide my arm right around his left hip so as to
push my hand under his thigh. The band of his jeans was loosen enough
for me to feel his cotton clad crutch. I was pleased to find he was
wearing pants and as I reached warm, smooth, bare skin slid my fingers
into the tight silky pouch of his underpants. He made no effort to
discourage my wandering fingers, so, pulling him closer I covered our
laps with a BA blanket, and boldly stroked his thigh with my other
hand, working his jeans down as I went. He sighed and parted his legs
slightly when my hand brushed over the area of his warm smelling male
groin and my fingers at last brushed gently against the thin silky ma-
terial of his knickers, tightly stretched over his sexual mound.