The trains never on time and I was leaving for work at 6am instead of my normal 8am. My wife was angry at my stupidity and thought I deserved... what I got,after a few weeks of travel I noticed a woman I thought must be in her thirties and would get on the bus a stop after mine ,catch the same train and get off at the same station.She was about 5’8′ tall slim and about a 14b bust well a bit bigger than my wife who was a 12c.She was well dressed wearing business suits or stylish. Her upper body rocked slowly back and forth, and she took short, fast breaths. It was a side of her I’d never seen, a far cry from the impish supernova of confidence, the persona she had thrown at me at the airport. It struck me like a slap in the face. She agonized and over-dramatized, just like me, battled her insecurity and every terrible little what-if that she could think of. Just like me. Just like—everybody, I guess. *** That was my milestone, the key definer, the note that would ring. .. I've dreamed about this day for sooo long now! I can hardly believe you're really here!" Shannon softly cooed in my ear.Keeping one hand kneading a bun, my fingers spreading and curling into the just-bathed dampness of her lovely ass-crack, my other hand glided up over her young hip and stoked past her taunt waist to travel along the grooves of her ribcage. My thumb pushed up into the resilliant firmness of her young breast as my fingertips encircled it's roundness. Gently squeezing and. “And then the door at the end of the hall just blew open, and I could see the master bedroom red with flames. I had to duck into another bedroom to get out of the heat. “The smoke was terrible. I wasn’t even sure I’d found a bedroom. For a minute, I thought I heard crying somewhere, but there was so much smoke I couldn’t see a thing and it was so loud I wasn’t sure if I wasn’t just hearing things. I felt around for anything, but I kept bumping into walls and dressers. ‘Hello! Can you hear me?’.