I was coming home after working third shift. I was tired, looked like shit, probably smelled like chemicals and grease. I saw this girl on the doorste... to my apartment building, bawling her little eyes out. She had short dyed-red hair, a bullring through her nose and a stud in her bottom lip. If it weren’t for the fucking metal, I’d say she had a cute face. She must have been all of, I don’t know, twenty-one at the most. I say to her, ‘Hon, are you all okay?’ ‘Does it look like I’m fucking. Fortunately Paint again gave me lunch in their canteen, a large helping of fish and chips as it was Friday, which kept me going until my colleague kindly dropped me at the station to get back to Reading. Security was very tight because of the previous day’s bombs (an unexploded one had been found in Oxford Street and it was thought there might be more), and it was lucky that I was going towards London – the ticket inspector was telling everybody that there were even worse delays than usual on. I began a thrusting motion of my hips, in anticipation, as he prepared for the fucking, so deliciously good. That was great! … I inferred this was only the beginning of our play! He made a temporary halt to put saliva in my keyhole; rubbing it nervously with his dumb finger. This drove me mad but I'd only be allowed a soft moan, remember? Mark stopped here and asked me to move to an available bench in the corner of the room. The bench height could be adjusted in alignment with my. As he did his cock slipped between my legs and I instinctively began to rub my pussy along his length."I hope I'm one of the ones you pick when you decide to try it," he said, as he took my right nipple into his mouth and sucked.I gasped and said, "I'd like that," pulling myself up in his grasp and feeding more of my breast to him. I gasped again as the tip of his cock found my entrance, paused for a bit, and then slipped past. I mewed in disappointment as he gasped.He hiked me up a bit more,.