London Bridge,my god hordes of people,and they all attempted to embark.The squash inside the train increased and I was pushed closer and closer to the...girl.She was about 23 24 tall slim and wearing an unusual cottn dress hanging in folds to her knees.Sue could just not believe that so many people had squeezed aboard at London Bridge,the crowd had forced her closer and closer,till they were almost touching, to a tall guy leaning opposite.She felt rather strange,the full,flowing dress almost made. My dinner partner carried a thick seven-incher which had deep-fucked me to several good ones too. But they were not there to give me a little pre-sleep relaxation. That’s what my husband was for and he knew it.He gets to fuck me on Sundays, holidays, and special ones like his birthday. Otherwise my pussy is for business purposes. Well, that’s what I tell him. Occasional dick-dippings of long-time friends happen during the week when my schedule and opportunity permit.My girlfriend chats with me. Gail said you had a room for rent?" Yeah, I had a roommate, but he lost his job and couldn't pay the rent, so he moved back into the dorms last week. It's a second bedroom of a two bedroom apartment on the second floor over on Green Avenue, just up from Fourteenth Street. It's a six apartment complex and all the utilities are included. That includes Wi-Fi and cable. There's a big refrigerator, a small chest freezer, the stove works great, and it even has a dishwasher. There is a laundry room. She moved around the camp restlessly, really having nothing to do at all but wait. She did check the first aid kit again."Frigging men," she said to the silent camp.How long in history did women sit around waiting for men to come back, just as she was? Looking towards the sky, she realized there was lots of time before dark. Screw it. Unless he brought back smaller game, she'd be making tonight's dinner out of what they'd brought with them. She dug into the cooler and began making a small stew..