I unbutton my work shirt and pull it off to show large over DD cup breasts that are still fairly firm on my tall, shapely body and lean, somewhat tone...d torso with a fairly small waist. Then the bra comes off and I peek over to see my slave staring at me with eyes full of lust at my tits and I bounce some which makes her squirm as I see her juices soak through and run down her legs. Are you wanting some of this bitch? I pinch my erect nipples and shake my breasts at her, making her let out a. Then there’s people who blend into this kind of crowd. Genuinly nice. Also not me. Me, I’m out of place. Pretty much everywhere. And not many see this, simply because nobody really wants to think someone doesn’t have a place to fit into. Be polite, do not show how tired useless talk makes you, and you’ll find a response close to acceptance. It was, if you must know, at a funeral that this feeling crept up on me. Of my girlfriends stepmother’s cousin. I don’t think even she cared, how could I be. ‘Tell me how to get to your place and I’ll come over and talk.’ ‘8920 Western, apartment 309. There isn’t an elevator.’ ‘Charlie, I’ll be there in an hour. By the way, I’m really good in DB.’ Fifty minutes later I walked up the stairs of a sixty-year-old building that showed every one of those years and knocked on the door of 309. She opened the door, she looked like shit. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and pants with worn flip-flops for shoes. Her hair was a dirty blond that hadn’t been. "Damn you have to go through the snow, what crap!" "Never mind, here quickly take my boots for the few meters, I'll go back to the room.", Answered the other girl. "And where do I put it then?" "Oh, just leave her in the changing room, I'll go down with others tomorrow - or you will carry me ..." - she looked at me and winked. I just grinned and offered Marie to briefly help her with the search. Of course all of that with a slightly red head, I knew what was to be found in the locker room..