Arrived & parked up & had a quick stroll down the line of cars to get a feeling of who was about two couples at the end with a few single guys thrown ...nto the mix , then the boy arseholes turned up & were wheel spinning at the far end so nobody was going to get it on whilst that was happening :(Decided to try one of the small carparks & was glad I did!!!Pulled in & there was two chaps peering into a car so went over to join them & WOW she was fucking lovely an older lady , long stockinged legs. . . or at least pretending to be. 
For a split second something changed in her eyes. But then she pulled back. Wiping tears from her eyes she said ‘That’s the problem, Mark. Always asking for permission in everything you do. Stop beating yourself up so much. It’s OK to be a fucking man sometimes, you know?’ **********
 It was 3 days later at my yoga class when the monster first woke up. When I realized something was very wrong. When I took that first step down a path that would shatter. Wo meri taraf daikhti rahi par mai nazrain niche kr ke baitha raha. Pir wo uthi or dressing table se cold cream utha lai mere qadmo mai baith ke mera underwear niche kia or bare pyar se us pe cream lagane lagi.Mai pir bi chup chap cigarette peta raha. Jb meri taraf se response nai mila tou us ne mje French kiss karma shuru kr dyr ab mai pir se tayar ho gya. Us ne sofey pe baith ke apne donu hath sar ke peche bandh lye or apni tangain khol di.mai ne uski pink clenshaved chut mai bi cream lagai. I didn't fully understand why until about 10:26, when I looked at the clock nervously and almost wanted to say nevermind and forget about the whole thing. But I managed to suck it up, and at 10:28 I was making my way to the girls bathroom of my high school. I walked in and I could see her black heels behind one of the stalls. Thankfully, though, there wasn't anyone else around. I wouldn't know what to do if there was. Truthfully, I'd probably turn around and walk right back out. I knocked on.