(This new story carries on from, The Wonderful World of Rex)
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Lorna snapped one more photo as the train doors opened. The old frumpy, very tipsy businessman's balding head slid up and down Rex's cock with a gurgling sound. It almost sounded like choking really to Lorna's mind as the buzz of the very large crowd began to fill the carriage. Lorna made a quick seat change to just beside the seedy fellow and sat watching the crowd.
Nobody seemed to notice the shocked red haired stud with this older chubby fellow bouncing around in his lap as the train bolted off into the tunnel. Lorna did note one young woman who looked about twenty-five with multiple facial piercings gaze downward at the bobbing head. She looked perplexed but could not figure it out. The train jolted and bucked, and with the crowd so tightly packed in, the action was going unnoticed as far as Lorna could tell.
Lorna wiggled out of her light coat and tossed it atop the man's head in Rex's lap.
"Sort yourself out. Put his man-toy away. I have plans!" She breathed this all to the bouncing lumpy coat and also to Rex who sat bug-eyed and highly concerned.
The coat jiggled and rose and fell. And soon a very muddled drunken man rose up and pushed the coat toward Lorna's open hands.
Rex's hard cock was shoved awkwardly back into his fly. The zip was done up just enough but Lorna could still see some man-meat on show. She smiled knowingly at Rex. Rex's unshaven face looked flushed and a bit sweaty. That pleased Lorna to no end!
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The motley threesome emerged at Rex's home underground station into the night air.
Rex breathed in deeply and held fast to the drunken man's arm so he would not topple over.
Lorna walked slightly ahead and knew the way to Rex's pleasant home only a few blocks away.
The aging bald-headed man seemed to just be open to be taken along like he was a lost child and this confused poor Rex greatly.
The handsome ginger haired six-foot stud felt very odd taking this perfect stranger home to his private abode to do...well, who knew what Lorna had in mind. Her creative mind and her wild ideas were exciting but rather scary to the 40 year-old sex novice. Lorna was opening doors for Rex but he did wonder just what might lay behind some of those doors!
"You OK back there, Rex? Is our guest cooperating?" Lorna called out. Her sexy MILF figure bounding along ahead down the pavements.
Rex said rather quietly, "Oh, he's just coming with us as if he knows us. And just what do you have planned? I am starving, Lorna. We have not had supper. And this old guy is very drunk."
"Who the fuck are you calling old?" The drunk slurred as they toddled along the pavements making headway to Greenvale Terrace; the quiet Victorian terraced house lined road that Rex had lived on now for quite a few years.
Lorna, her short dark greying hair blowing in the breeze, laughed loudly.
"So right. No old folks here! We are all alive and oh so ready for some fun. We'll eat and then, well, we'll see what fun we can have." Lorna called out rounding the corner of Greenvale Terrace and moving steadily to Rex's house that sat mid-way along.
Rex's feet ached and he could not wait to unload this drunken burden onto his couch. He prayed the guy would just pass out and that would be that. But he was starting to learn that Lorna always seemed to have a plan in mind and it was usually a bit outrageous if not downright dirty!
Rex's terraced home stood atop a small set of outer stone steps and loomed up at them. The windows were dark and the front hall unlit.
"Pass me your keys. You just see to our friend." Lorna ordered and Rex dug inside his suit coat pocket and produced the little ring with a few dangling keys attached.
She took the keys and mounted the steps, fiddled with the old lock and swung the door wide.
"Where do you keep these keys?" She asked casually as she flicked on the inner hall light.
"There in the small hall table drawer next to the stairway, there are two or three sets all the same." Rex moaned as he lugged the drunken man up the steps and into the illuminated hallway. The older man stumbled beside Rex but only just barely. Rex took the brunt of the heavy form on every step of this journey. He shut the door with one hand as he pushed the drunken guest forward into the still dark sitting room.
Lorna, with her back to the men, had opened the table drawer and saw the multiple sets of identical house keys on little rings. She carefully grabbed one set and snuck it safely into her bag. She wanted full access to Rex at all times and without his knowing it. He'd never miss a spare set of keys she thought to herself with an inner grin of delight. She shut the drawer and turned to see Rex dropping their guest on the couch and switching on a table lamp nearby. She noted how dishevelled Rex was now and how tired he looked.
"Now let's all relax. What a trip!" Lorna said lightly as she strode delicately into the handsome sitting room. The lovely couch sat against the bay windows and antique arm chairs sat in the corners. One had a sturdy footstool in front and she guessed that was Rex's chair. How sexy she mused. A real man's chair; really fit for a king!
Rex looked at the slumped dozing man on the couch. He seemed like a big deflated hot air balloon.
"Lorna, what the fuck are we doing? Are we supposed to house him all night? We are stuck with him. We don't even know his name" Rex said in a disconsolate tone and his green eyes looked rather bloodshot in the lamplight Lorna noted.
"Sit down in your chair, Rex. Relax. I'll fix a snack. It's just after 9 PM. Here I'll look in his wallet and see what his name is." Lorna quickly bent and rummaged in the man's cheap suit pocket. A gurgled giggle erupted from the chubby body but nothing else.
Lorna produced an old leather wallet. Pulled a driver's ID out and read sagely from what she saw.
"Tyrone Barron is his name and he lives miles away. He obviously was on the wrong underground line. He's 67. Pity he still works. Money must be tight. Poor old thing really." Lorna said as she slipped the wallet back inside his suit coat pocket.
Rex pulled off his suit coat and undid a few shirt buttons with a few quick hand flicks. His large fit body collapsed into his favourite arm chair and he seemed totally shattered. He kicked off his black leather loafers and placed his two rather moist socked feet atop the lovely brocaded footstool. Lorna looked on with great pleasure. Her man she mused, her man!
"I'll pop out into your nice kitchen in the back and put together a snack." Lorna said smoothing her hair back into place.
Rex looked shocked. His mussed red hair sticking up in all directions as he sat upright in his comfy chair to speak to the backside of Lorna as she launched into the kitchen door.
"You don't know your way around my kitchen. Let me do it." He croaked with exasperation.
Lorna said causally as she moved away.
