Oh gods, was he going to blow up the phone booth with her inside it?!“PLEASE please please, don’t do this! I didn’t do nothing to ‘ya, please ...on’t pull the pin.”The figure, silent as always, leaned down and unceremoniously pulled the pin. Joyce backed into the far corner of the booth and into a fetal position. The figure stepped backwards and back into the rainy darkness outside. Joyce screamed, a last ditch effort to get help of any kind before…PFFTTTTNo explosion. No boom. Joyce looks up. Pehle main aapko mere bare main batana chahta hu. Meri umar 28 saal hai 5 ft 9 inch height hai aur rang sawlasa hai. Mere mom dad ki ek lauti aulaad hu. Main divorcee hu, meri shaadi aaj se 4 saal pehle hui thi aur patni ke saath anban hone ke karan 2 saal hi tiki. Abhi tak maine dusri shaadi nahi ki hai, main 30-32 saal ke baad hi shaadi karna chahta hu. Ye baat 3 mahine purani hai. Hamare pados main ek makan bahot salo se khali padatha aur us makan ko mere uncle ke office k eek friend ne. After every the final show of every run there was a ‘last night party’, the bar stayed open and the drinks flowed. In one particular show there was an older gay man in one of the roles. He was in his early sixties I guess and rather portly with a large belly and double chin. He was good fun and I'd got to know him a little bit during the run, telling him often that he was barking up the wrong tree when he’d flirt with me.The night of the party he’d been at it again, telling me how good looking. It had a sparkly sign saying “welcome”. His cock throbbed in his pants. He opened the door slowly and closed the door behind him with a soft click. There she was. Her beautiful youthful face seemed peaceful, her eyes closed. The sheets were pulled back enough to see the lumps of her breasts beneath her tank top.Ryan approached, carefully. Reaching out a hand and gently touching Emily’s breast. The lump beneath his hand, the curves, boiled beautiful anxiety in his soul. He pulled his hand away,.