I was young and wearing shorts on my way to the local swimming pool. I got on a bus and sat beside an old man who started to talk to me about the weather. He had his hand on my thigh and another hand on his crotch. He kept talking to me about clouds and then i felt his fingers stroke my litte balls. I smiled because i didnt want to be disrespectful. He made me hard. I kept smiling. He told me that i shouldnt worry that he would make me smile more. I came in my shorts. I love that old man. Only.wish i had stayed on the bus and gave his old cock anything he wanted. Love old love.