. But I'm not in the mood, can't be bothered to fight for a seat...I lean back against the wall of the vestibule...today I'm just going to stand, play... on my phone.A couple more stops and more people get on, edging their way down into the carriage... I move back against the wall, to let them past. You stop in-front of me, holding the handrail, bumping backwards into me as the train lurches off.You glance round and mumble an apology... I'm taken by your slight smile, your glossy hair, and very. Well, as it is not a story but an incident of my life so it’s not going to be cut short. So please be patient and read along and try to imagine yourself in my place so that you can understand what I’ve gone through. This story is going to be divided into some parts as it is a long story. So I’ll wait for your precious feedback for posting further parts. Here it goes.I was born in a middle-class family and my family consisted of my father – a government employee, my mother, a housewife, my older. I again did the same and this time she was holding it with the jeans on it.Then again she came to my face and started kissing me.This time she was more wild in her kissed. I started pressing her boobs and was pressing my cock more in her hands.I slowly put my hands inside her shorts and was pressing her bum. She was pressing my cock and I was with one hand pressing her boobs and with other hand slapping her bum.Then I removed her shorts and she was in her white panties. Her panty was so much. Here it is. 1-800-4-BIMBOS. Why? You gonna quit your job and become a bimbo?’ ‘Nah. Let’s draw straws. The one with the shortest straw has to call the number, ask a lot of questions, pretend to be interested, and get them to send a brochure or DVD or something.’ So Kendra cuts her straw into 4 pieces of various lengths, and calls the waitress over. ‘Can you mix these up and hold them up so we can draw straws?’ The waitress helps us out, and we each pick one. Of course, I draw the short one. The.