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George climbed into the coach with Mr and Mrs
Carpenter and settled himself on one side whilst they sat next to each other on
the other. He didn't know them very well, Mr Carpenter being simply a business
associate of his father's, and they were much younger than his parents, and the
journey was not full of talk. Mr Carpenter was soon asleep, his legs stretched
out across the coach floor. Mrs Carpenter smiled at George as he covered
himself with a blanket and curled up on his seat.
He was drifting
between sleep and waking, when he suddenly noticed that Mr Carpenter had what
George had come to call a sleeping hardness. It was very evident at the front
of his tight breeches, and George also noticed, through barely open eyes, that
Mrs Carpenter was also staring down at it. He then pretended to turn over in
his sleep and pulled his blanket across his face, leaving a gap through which
he could look, but unobserved.
Mrs Carpenter suddenly put her hand
down to her husband's breeches and rubbed the bulge up and down once or twice.
George was aware of his own bulge, when Mrs Carpenter said, "Are you awake,
George dear ?" George didn't answer, and Mrs Carpenter gently shook her husband
and whispered into his ear "The boy's asleep. If we're quiet, I think we're
quite safe" and then proceeded to undo his breeches, revealing his rampant
member. She took it into her hand and rubbed it up and down, just as George was
used to doing to himself, and he wondered how she would deal with the coming
eruption. He imagined she would capture it in her handkerchief but, after a
little more manipulation of her husband's member, she bent down and took it
into her mouth. George felt so excited that he was sure he himself would erupt.
However, this did not happen, and soon Mr Carpenter's breeches were once more
done up, and he was asleep again.
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